Rarely am I speechless.
Even if I’m quiet, I’ve always got a good word (argument, dissertation, endless amounts of Michael Jackson, Prince or 90’s R & B lyrics, Bible verse or free style haiku) ready to go. Yet because of where life has taken me over the last two years, I found myself void of sound. I couldn’t even pray; not vocally. I had to learn how to respond to a cruel world without words.
I heard the word grace a lot.
People told me how I handled things with such grace when I didn’t think I was handling it at all. Grace wasn’t a word I thought of when I was walking through some of the hardest days of my life. I was angry. I was confused. I didn’t know who to trust. I was fearful. And yet the more quiet I became, the more these things became a whisper. Becoming quiet became more of a strength than the “cop out” I once considered it to be. The more I kept my mouth shut, the more my heart could open. The more I resisted the temptation to say anything, the more I could do. The more I did, the more I lived. The more I lived, the more my actions gave life and THAT’S when I could open my mouth.
It was safe again.
I was walking on a new path.
People could get to know the Tasha that was evolving.
Our good and our bad, our shadows and our light are billboards. Every time someone interacts with us, often times without a lot of words, we are showing them what we believe in, what we’ve experienced, how we love, how we hate, how we fight, how we fight back. The more I interact with people after this time period in my life and they give back to me what I have given to them (good and bad), the more I become aware of how I need to do away with, adjust or amplify what I am putting up in flashing lights.
What do people seem to think I’m saying?
I love Jesus, Starbucks and loud music.
My kids are my world. I wholeheartedly believe in prayer.
I think yoga pants were created with me in mind.
I live by the principle that energy is neither created nor destroyed only transferred.
I believe in community and a 9:00 p.m. bed time.
I believe in grace and mercy and have had the hardest time extending it to myself.
I still daydream. I under promise and over deliver.
And I hope people see my billboard and say, “If she can keep going then I can too.”
And, by the way, all billboards need pretty things to get your attention. Mine are these cute items (the filament top and the roxanne printed leggings) from prAna‘s fall line. I just told you I believe yoga pants were made with me in mind and with so much going on in my life, I want to look cute with the least amount of trouble. I slide into these and (if this makes sense), feel like myself, the old me, the one who had no problems getting out of bed and getting to classes and training sessions; the smaller me, the younger me. I love prAna because as I grow and evolve in and out of situations, so does my choice of clothing (practicality and affordability). I love the patterns (my moods), the openness and the space (my thoughts) and the way they make me feel (I’m all about some feelings). prAna helps me to transform my message when my mind won’t let me make it out of the closet.
Look good. Feel good. Go on.
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When people meet you, see you, feel you, experience you, beyond your words, what are you REALLY saying?
Disclosure: I was sent these clothes as a Sweat Pink ambassador by prAna for an honest review. Like every review I have ever (and ever will) post, all opinions are honest and are my own.