One really nice thing about getting older for me is the recognition and acceptance of who I am.
I know what I can tolerate. I know what I don’t like.
I’m not afraid to try new things, but I know and accept my limits and celebrate my accomplishments, however small.
I have returned to yoga class after an absence of several years. Been going weekly for about two months.
At class, this week, I felt, for the first time, that my body was responding to the practice.
I could almost fully sit in hero’s pose, where you sit back on your heels.
Even my instructor noticed and commented.
It’s perfectly okay to be an introvert, to recognize that being around people can be draining., and to see alone time as good time.
Personally, I prefer that to someone who just isn't comfortable alone, and is always seeking to fill the void.