The Yoga Camp Chronicles – Day 7 – I Am Capable

Can I just start this one by saying how much respect I have for anyone who publishes any type of writing – be it blog, news, or other form – on a daily basis. I know I am doing this for a reason (someone remind me, please?), but damn, it’s not easy to write quality words day in day out. Just as with anything else in life, writing is like a muscle; to get stronger, you need to work at it. Which brings me to today’s Yoga Camp mantra:

“I Am Capable”


There were so many ideas running through my head for this one, because we all are truly capable of so much more than we could ever give ourselves credit for. Here are a few that crossed my mind:

“I Am Capable…of writing a daily blog”

“I Am Capable…of making my dreams a reality”

“I Am Capable…of being a successful Health Coach”

“I Am Capable…flying to the other side of the world” (Have I mentioned my horrible fear of flying? No? Well it’s bad, but I learned not to let it stop me from pursuing my greatest passion of travel. More on that later..)

“I Am Capable…of whatever I damn well want to be capable of”

In the end, that last one (which I’ve handily italicized for effect), summed it up perfectly. I’ve learned over the years that any time I set my mind to something, no matter how small and minor or how big and crazy it may seem, with a bit of creativity and flexibility I am capable of any single thing I want to be. And so are you. The key there is the word “want” – it is the secret to being capable. If you want to be capable at anything, you have to actually want to be.

 

I didn’t try very hard in high school, leaving me with few desirable options for college upon graduation. At the time I didn’t think I would ever be capable of getting into a good school, but when I changed the way I thought about it, and really started to want it, I found a way to make it happen and got into my dream school. I was capable because I believed I was.

When I was miserable in my job and wanted nothing but to travel, but was too afraid to quit and travel alone, I sat there for an extremely long time feeling sorry for myself thinking it would never happen. When I finally decided to put my big girl panties on and make sh*t happen, I spoke to my boss about how I was feeling, and reached a compromise that allowed me to have the best of both worlds (which ultimately led to my leaving that job and really taking off). I was capable because I believed I was.

I suffered for a lot of years from terrible depression and anxiety, and didn’t do much else other than put the metaphorical band-aid over it (aka: pills), hoping it would just go away (it didn’t). This in particular is something I am very passionate about discussing and helping others with, but for the sake of keeping this post short-ish (LOL), let’s just say it wasn’t until I wanted to heal, until I was really truly ready for it, that I finally put in the work to make it a reality. In no way am I saying that every day is a good one, or that medication shouldn’t ever be used; however, I haven’t taken any meds in about five years (except for when I fly, re: above), and although it was incredibly hard at first, I’ve found a way to live my life so that I will hopefully never have to take anything again. I was capable because I believed I was.


One of my favorite quotes ever was said by Henry Ford and goes like this:

“Whether you think you can, or you can’t, you’re right.”

Read that again, and let it sink in for a moment or two.

I am capable of everything. You are capable of everything. Remind yourself over and over again, and then repeat it once more. And if you aren’t capable of something quite yet, take a deep breath and remember that if you want it badly enough, you’ll find a way to get there in time. It might look different than you first imagined, but with an open mind and an open heart, you can achieve anything.

I am capable of everything.

I am capable of everything.

Except maybe walking in a snake pit. That just ain’t ever going to happen.

 

 

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