I believe that the only limits we truly experience are the ones we put on ourselves. This is most true in relationship to the old stories we tell ourselves about who we are, where we come from, and what we are worth. There is no denying that some of us have had hard lives, or experiences in our lives. However, every day is new, and every moment is filled with opportunity to perceive life with fresh eyes. One of the greatest treasures of the yoga practice is the refinement of mindfulness that leads to a clear self awareness which catches the mind while it is telling itself stories of separation, martyrdom, and lack of self-worth. In this kind of awareness is the opportunity to acknowledge that these stories are only stories and we get to rewrite them as we please. In the practice of mindfulness is the opportunity to transform the story into one of self worth, dignity, courage, and the bounty that is gifted to us as we stand in the face of adversity. We come to find that in the end to be breathing, to be conscious and animate in a world that is conscious and animate, relating to self and the world around us, is enough.
Yet, we all still live in a world with very little control of the circumstances of our lives. In the midst of that which we cannot control what we do have dominion over is a capacity to refine our ability to consciously wield our attitude, and sometimes this is all we have. When we wield our attitude to stand in dignity and in self worth we remember all living things are worthy, and all of our relationships become richer and more rewarding. Fundamentally the quality of relationships we have is directly dependent on the attitude we perceive them with.
A friend of mine says the sky is not the limit, and he is right. You get to live the story you write, so choose a good one, maybe with unicorns hiding around the corner rather than monsters.
With Love, Always, in All Ways, For Giving, In Joy,