I was drenched.
I’d been in this room for maybe a grand total of 15 minutes.
My clothes were already sopping wet and sweat was rolling off of my face and down my nose, plummeting towards the pink towel that covered my yoga mat, creating large stains of wetness. I was the sweatiest mother fucker in the whole room, but I honestly didn’t really care.
I started doing hot yoga this past week, and I’m officially addicted.
I thought I would hate it. I’m extremely sweaty already, and I didn’t know if I wanted to expose an entire room to the amount of liquid my body can create. I was nervous walking into the class last Sunday, but I’m so thankful that I did. I leave every hot yoga class feeling rejuvenated, refreshed, and about 5 pounds lighter.
By pushing myself out of my comfort zone, I found something that I really enjoy doing.
I’m trying to take that lesson with me into my daily life, particularly this week. I found out that my plans for the next year of my life have fallen through, and now I have the whole world in front of me. I’m scared to make the leap and do something that terrifies me, but if doing yoga for 37 days straight has taught me anything, it’s to lean in and embrace the uncomfortable.
The past year of my life I have been trying to move to Amsterdam. Now, I can make it a reality, but I’m afraid to take the leap. In moving there, I would be launching myself into a world of uncertainty as a young freelancer with a small portfolio. I don’t know where my money would come from, I can only barely speak the language, and I have a sizable student loan that I need to start paying. There are a lot of reasons not to go.
The signs keep pointing me towards Amsterdam, and I really think it could be a constructive year for me. I could build a kickass business there, or I could fail miserably. But I will never know unless I try. It’s outside of my comfort zone, and I’m learning through yoga that that is the place where the most growth happens in life.
So I’m deciding today that I’m going to go. I’m gonna do this fucking thing and see where it takes me. It might to be pretty, like my sweaty ass in my hot yoga classes, but it’s going to be beautiful all the same.