Like nothing ever happened, my week following Social Media Meltdown has been much more calm and serene. Back to my ol’ routine I find myself waking up earlier again and even though the light of dawn still brings bags under my eyes that are forever adjusting to gravity, hair that actually defies gravity and scuffing feet that barely lift one foot in front of the other, all may look like the heavily sedated depressed soul of yesterday, but I can tell on the inside… I’m different. I’m back. I know this not just because of my internal clock, but I found myself the other morning bee bopping to the early morning sounds of the kitchen radio. I like to put the music on when I come down stairs, but not because I actually want to start bee bopping… no can’t quite think of that until mudlike sludge coffee makes it’s way into my bloodstream, but because it kinda sets the tone of the morning for the kids to wake and have somewhat of an enjoyable morning listening to their favorite tunes filtering the kitchen. This was one of those mornings as I mindlessly turned the radio on while sipping coffee in my usual comatose state. I must tell you, my body only knows how to do one thing in the morning before anything else, and that’s drink coffee. It kind of feels as if as soon as I step off the foot of my bed, my feet automatically lock into a trail device. Kind of like the Monorail in Disney World, that takes you from point A to point B… only my monorail has no stops in between….just it’s final destination to the coffee pot. Must get coffee…. keep your hands inside during the duration of the ride…. there will be no stops along the way… must get coffee…. and I just follow this coffeemonorail where it takes me automatically to the pot and I sip and sip until my body transforms into, Me. I know when this happens because my feet suddenly break free from it’s Monorail tracks and I merely hover from one room to the next. Healthy lunches magically appear in each lunch box, affixed with proper snacking delights and drink to follow, book bags and papers lined up at the door and the words that I sometimes remember to music start flowing from my lips, but oops, the words I don’t know…. well they just get a mere hum. On this particular morning after my much needed metamorphosis, and waving my magic wand over the lunch boxes, a familiar melody flooded my kitchen from teen idol Miley Cyrus. Having two girls myself, I am all too familiar with the latest, teen legacy singers who have the teeniest boppiest songs that I can vouch, have pursed my lips, but this particular song is different. Her latest song “The Climb“, has gotta be what I think one of the most influential expressions to sing as a performer. It speaks of me, of you… of anyone who’s had dreams, goals, desires and the struggles we go through to get there. My girls would belt this song out on the CD player in the car and ask for it to be repeated over and over and one day, I paid attention and listened. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Her words transfixed into what I preach to my yoga students, my kids and whoever else will listen, were all put together likes pieces of a puzzle and converted into a song… a beautiful, poetic, lyrical song. I would often emphasize how much I loved this song and finally after meltdown mania…hubby printed the words out for me. How did he know to do this? I wanted it, but I never asked for it. Our telepathic marriage vows transferred my thought into manifestation, and there it was. Perfect. I thanked him and brushed it off to the side hoping to write about it….. someday, but apparently, the Universe thought I was taking a bit too long, as on this perfect morning, my radio gave me yet another reminder of what I needed to share with you.

Edited Lyrics to “The Climb

I can almost see it
That dream I’m dreaming but
There’s a voice inside my head sayin,
You’ll never reach it,

Every step I’m taking,
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking but I
Got to keep trying
Got to keep my head held high

There’s always going to be another mountain
I’m always going to want to make it move
Always going to be an uphill battle,
Sometimes your going to have to lose,
Ain’t about how fast I get there,
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb

The struggles I’m facing,
The chances I’m taking
Sometimes they knock me down but
No I’m not breaking
I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I’m going to remember most yeah
Just got to keep going
And I,
I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on

Granted, I left much of the chorus out, and focused on the verses that meant a lot to me, but these lyrics speak for themselves. This is what I preach to my students and kids and even to myself… enjoying the journey and never attaching ourselves to the expectations of the other side.

“The Climb” has been my mantra these past weeks and I’m convinced I’m only happier because… “Ain’t about how fast I get there, Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side……..it’s the climb”

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