This morning I got the excitement. The excitement of “firsts”.
Just like last Friday.
This morning, there was a first in every moment.
The first moment of the day. The first day of the week. The first stretch. Call me weird, but I have always had a a little bit of love for Mondays. And this one even more excitement.
It started last week, right before teaching my first Friday class at 6am. Lisa, the first person that walked through the door at 5:45am. It all felt new. The mundane moments shifted. I observed a student assist her first class with me. Seeing her with eyes full of newness inspired me to observe the newness all around me. I experienced a shift out of my routine. I was seeing students and connection in a new way.
As I started teaching, I simply watched students take their first breath in child’s pose - and not only the first one - but the first, real, full, whole, full body breath. The one where they gave up tension, resistance, and concerns and arrived into the NOW. The first moment of release. It feels so good when you can release the bricks you have been carrying around all week off your shoulders. I love seeing students arrive in this first space of release. I love watching them create it. There is nothing externally to make it happen, it is trusting that everything you need is inside of you. Possibility. A new way. Friday’s morning class shifted me. Student’s shifted. Each of them gave me the biggest gift possible. The gift of seeing everything in a new way. For the first time kind of way. It’s like a first date with yourself each and every moment.
Right now I feel like I have been anticipating, waiting, and planning lots of first in my life. I have felt foggy, stuck, seeing with one perspective. Each of us have first. The first loose tooth. The first sleep over. The first day you think your parents are weird and embarrassing. The first day of high school. The first date. The first day of college. The first morning you wake up with a hangover. The first apartment. The first friend to get married. The first day you start a new job. The first bite of a new food. The first trip to a new place. The first time asking someone for what you really want, not what you think they want. The first dance. The first day as Mrs. Lindsay Smith. This next year is a big one. In all areas of my life. I feel it. Big shifts. Not only this year, but every year, everyday, every moment.
Each and every day we are all experiencing firsts.
Today I give up anticipating and waiting. I step into release. I step into the possibility of being, enjoying, living in the here and now. I am excited for every first moments I get to experience this afternoon and this evening. The first time watching Ruby do laps around the back yard. The first moment Tyler walks in the door from work. The first moment sitting down for dinner. The first FaceTime with my dad in 3 weeks after their vacation. The first time folding laundry. Tomorrow, the first person I connect with at work, the first warrior I at yoga, the first text from a friend, the first. Every moment is new. Even the things, people, and places we connect with everyday. Today, I am grateful for an awareness of the first time.
Today. April 13th. 2015. 4:17PM. My fit formula. I ground in all four corners of my feet. I honor true north. I live from my foundation instead of my calendars, to do lists, get it right action plan, wedding coordinating, summer planning. I step into the flow.
I am me. I matter.
Start today. Give up what you must. Be bold. What are you experiencing for the first time?