There was a time when I'd try to touch my toes and my hands would stop a little past my knees. I'd stop because the backs of my knees and legs hurt and I would promptly decide that my legs were too long. Ha! Today, nearly twenty-five years since my first yoga class, I easily touch my toes, and more.
When I look at this recent photograph of myself, I am so grateful for the thirty-something-year-old me who began to stretch toward her toes. My progression was not a straight line to the top. It lurched and lunged but the movement was forward and overall, upward.
I often use the terms "blessed" and "lucky" to describe my present life but if I use my physical body in comparison, I stretched. A little at a time, I did the work. So what do I want for myself twenty-five years from now? What do I need to start doing today, to make that happen?