A couple of friends who are extremely enthusiastic yoga practitioners posted a lovely article from Elephant Journal about the oldest yoga teacher in the world – 93-year-old Tao Porchon Lynch. The photos of this yoga master, ballroom dancer, wine lover, actress, and model are beautiful. When posting it, one of my friends stated, “Another reason to tell the voice in your head saying ‘I can’t’ to f*** off.” (The other friend replied, “F*ck yeah!” I love my friends.)
This got me thinking. Not necessarily Ms. Lynch’s achievement (which is wonderful), but what my friends said. That niggling little voice in one’s head has so many reasons.
“I’m too tired.”
“I hurt too much.”
“I have too much to do.”
I’ve used so many of those excuses, plus some. I’ve applied them to everything, from reasons not to get my shit together, to why I haven’t been able to get into shape, to why I can’t just get that damn load of dishes done.
By successfully completing my Ordeal, I have thoroughly invalidated every excuse in my book.
There was only one time during my Ordeal when I said “I can’t.” With all of the pain and humiliation I endured, I said those words once.
“I can’t fail.”
How about that?
It doesn’t mean I won’t hurt. It doesn’t mean I won’t get tired. I’m not Super Slave, and if I don’t take care of His property, He won’t be happy either.
His property. Oooh, frisson.
No more excuses. Fuck off, you wicked little voice. I can.