The thing is, life happens. And if we are stuck mentally looking at the negatives, life doesn't stop for it. It keeps on passing by. And we miss it. We miss the good. I found myself on my mat this week, a bit emotional, still feeling a bit blue, and at some point I paused in thunderbolt pose and rested my hands on my belly. And I realized while I was busy creating a big deal out of what I wasn't doing and wondering when I was going to start feeling like my body was progressing toward labour again that I was pilfering away at the last few days or weeks of my pregnancy. That the chances to enjoy baby all to myself, that selfish but wonderful truth that all moms realize they feel once baby is out in the world and no longer solely theirs to carry and connect with, were passing me by. I realized I was missing the big picture while focusing on a very very small and distorted part of it.
And I stopped. I took a breath. And I found my footing again.