Last night I went to a yoga class. The instructor walked in and proudly said, “Welcome to the best part of your day!”. I brushed it off and the class started. The various poses challenged me, made me feel strong and accomplished, and left me with an excuse to chow down on meatloaf when I got home.
Too many hours later, when I finally dragged my sweaty self into the shower, I thought back on what my yoga instructor had said. My shower is my thinking place (which is quite unfortunate when I come up with genius blog ideas and can’t write them down) and I stood there with the hot water beating down on my sore body, I realized she was right. It WAS the best part of my day. Reflecting back on it made me happy and fulfilled and relaxed. But you don’t have to be a yogi (or a woman who picked up yoga as an excuse to wear $80 Lululemon yoga pants) to feel this way.
At the risk of sounding like a Kool-Aid-chugging, inspirational-quote-posting-internet-weirdo, last night I learned something. It’s important to take the time to reflect on each day and pick out the best thing that happened to you. Maybe it was a win at work; an awesome meal you prepared; catching up with a loved one; or the fact that you were in an awful mood and managed not to kill someone; but everyday we should find whatever it was that was the best part of our day and reflect on that.
…and now I realize that I have become that person who pukes rainbows. Who am I?!
Also, today is my Mom’s birthday, which undoubtedly makes it an awesome day! Happy Birthday, Mom–I love you!