I did my yoga nidra practice this morning (code for lying down and resting) but before I did I continued to read the accompanying book and then giggled to myself as I read the part where it said try not to rush ahead and start the practice without reading Part 1 first - oops! No biggie but it is symbolic of a level of impatience that I seem to operate under. Then the thought of “I’ve done it wrong - I’ll have to start again which is probably a good thing because I didn’t have my intention set right and I didn’t hear any Soul Whispers” crept in, only to read the next paragraph in the book that says “don’t worry if nothing came to you, just note down ‘nothing’ in your journal” Oh fuck we are meant to keep a journal??? I haven’t done that!!! Ok breathe Peta - it’s all good in the hood - just start a journal now. So off I go to my office to find a beautiful journal with glorious fresh pages in it except all I can find is half used notebooks with old journal entries in them, Ok well I can just use this right? It doesn’t have to be a fresh clean empty one does it? Ahhh no Peta it doesn’t just pick a fucking notebook with a few spare pages to use as a journal!!! OK so where’s my favourite pens, hmm which colour will I use, I’m feeling gold but then again it’s not that easy to read the gold ink —— STOP!!! FFS use the gold pen! Another giggle and nod of the head as I take my half used old notebook aka journal and my gold ink pen off to my yoga nidra cave aka bedroom to get my RESTING on!
No wonder I’m exhausted, all that going on in my head and by noticing all this inner dialogue I notice the Perfectionist in me has really come out to play hasn’t she. Then I go on to realise hang on a minute - could this be the cause of all my exhaustion? This striving to be perfect bullshit? I thought I was over that? Ahhhh ‘parently not babe it would seem you have fallen off the wagon my girl. I have known of my perfectionist tendencies and I call myself a Recovering Perfectionist but I have right royally taken a big nosedive off of the wagon and I’ve been dragged along behind it in the dirt and dust bumping along scraping and scratching on the pebbles and stones and asphalt and divots tethered only by a tiny piece of frayed string called hope!
In the book Daring to Rest, Karen suggests we “chuck perfect” as perfectionism and the worn-out woman go hand-in-hand. Hmm seems she’s onto something here girls
Anyway I am giving it a bit of Peta flava and yeah you heard it too didn’t you? It’s actually fuck perfect!
So here’s to #lovingpeta and #fuckperfect !!
My blend today? It’s Hope - a gorgeous rollerball blend that smells so soft, gentle, loving and yes hopeful. When you buy this blend 100% of the proceeds go towards the Healing Hands Foundation partnership with Operation Underground Rescue or OUR Rescue which rescues children from sex slavery and trafficking and they also provide Aftercare to help these children adjust to their new lives. The HOPE blend was developed and donated to OUR Rescue specifically for distribution in high trafficking areas. Its comforting scent is not the only thing that sets this blend apart—included on the label was an 800 hotline number for those children needing help. A 10 mL roll-on blend is now available for Wellness Advocates to purchase and features a newly designed label. All proceeds from the doTERRA Hope Blend will go toward benefitting the doTERRA Healing Hands Foundation.
I love this company so much, so very very much.
#liveloveleadwithessentialoils #rest #yoganidra#intentional #justbe
Hey! How are you? I love sharing, I love talking, I love connected from that honest raw place of truth that's within all of us - know what I mean? Yes? Well babe you're gonna love checking in with this blog.
Have you joined the Tribe?
Fill out your details below to stay connected!