Rashadoesyoga

October + November dump. 📸

Grateful for the little moments of joy, for training, nourishment, good conversations, and the people I get to share those moments with. 🌳🍂💕

Watching everyone put on their best performance this weekend at ’s annual while cheering on for them was a privilege. I can’t think of any other sport where people want to tear each other down but accept victory or defeat with a hug.

When you’re surrounded with people who want to do better (and want you to do better), you become accountable to do better, regardless of your limitations or circumstances. This is a rare gift, I’d say.

One year of Jiujitsu has taught me too many great lessons. Some were physical, but way too many were mental, such as consistency, discipline, and showing up when we don’t want to. A cliché thing to say, but oftentimes the simplest lessons are the ones we need to learn and embody the most. I’d say the biggest lesson Jiujitsu taught me is to breathe under stress and not to be defined by any limiting labels or excuses I have in my mind about myself, an area I know I struggle with gravely. But even with my persisting anxiety, social anxiety, and emotional irritability, I’ve learned to push through things, show up, and roll. These emotions will always be out there and test me consistently, but so what?

I’m very grateful to have a healthy body that can keep putting in the work, and for this community that offers more than just a cool sport where you get to roll in your pijamas. 🥋

Thank you .ahmed for suggesting that I’d give it a go almost four years ago during yoga. 🤗

“I want life. I want to read it and write it and feel it and live it. I want, for as much of the time as possible in this blink-of-an-eye existence we have, to feel all that can be felt.” ~ Matt Haig

10 Wise Words by Matt Haig to Give us Reasons to Stay Alive. | elephant journal In the United States alone, su***de is the 10th leading cause of death, with approximately 47, 511 Americans who died by su***de in 2019 and 1.38 million su***de attempts.

How dare she? Who the f*uck does she think she is?

She is the black sheep, or the ugly duckling, as referred to in analytical psychology, of her family, and her culture, among her friend and her tribe.

Who she was didn’t make much of a difference in romantic relationships either. She was still, for the most part, the same person, despite her failed attempts to mask who she is, shrink herself, impersonate someone else’s character, and contort in any way possible to fit in—to receive breadcrumbs of love and admiration.

My latest on Elephant Journal

This Poem by Warsan Shire is Everything we Need to know about “Difficult Women.” | elephant journal But for the wild, “difficult woman,” we must savour the sharp, dull aches of being other than who we truly are before we establish our own rules to play by.