My Butterfly's Journey

Every day I turn on the news, open Facebook or just hear of yet another act of violence. These acts not only hurt my heart but I scream inside. I scream for the sorrow I scream for loss of life I scream because of all the survivors. After the shooting took place I hated the word victim. Victim implied that I was broken and needed to be handled with care. That is the last thing I wanted, I wanted to have my life go back to normal, well as normal as life be. That word means that I have been through something so horrible that I needed to be tip-toed around. That I am a ticking bomb and just one thing could set me off. But that wasn’t I wanted to know for. Survivor implies that I am strong as strong can be. I have taken the worst event and made the best of it and I was “healed”. That I was okay with everything and life was great. I wasn’t healed I wasn’t all better. I was yet to be a force to be reckoned with.   So what is the right the right word to describe me? I have pond...

            Change can be terrifying. Change can be liberating. But above all change can be magical. Over the past six months, my life has done a one-eighty. Even in the past month, a lot has changed. Not only have a discovered my career goals and purpose, but I have prospected a number of hobbies and have found my passion. Ever since I was a young teenager, I have always explored yoga as a way to gain strength and flexibility for ballet. Throughout my recovery, I found that yoga was not only treatment team approved, but an idea of allowing my body to heal and my body work for me not against me. Now I realize that yoga has been around for hundreds of thousands of years. As well as, everyone and their brother have written about yoga. Trust me I understand that reading all about yoga is getting old. But this post is NOT about yoga and why you should or should not practice. This is about what the community and lifestyle have chang...