I have lived in Vancouver for the past 4 years and needles to say, the fitness scene is one to be raved about; we are surrounded by options that fulfill our need to go fast or be still. With all these options and little time, I started to think, what would it look like if these two worlds collided, meditation and sweat dripping workouts? What if I viewed the sweatiest class not only as a way to express my body but also, my mind. How can I take the stillness that I practice, into the sweat dripping, music pumping, heart racing classes.
Impostor syndrome, panic attacks, anxiety... my three daily rituals. I'm a creature of habit, what can I say?
My entire adult work life* has been plagued by anxiety: a sudden onset of sweaty palms, difficulty breathing, a racing heart beat, and the inability to think... about anything at all. A temporary experience that 100% prevents me from doing anything productive. Working in HR for a company scaling exponentially is no cake walk. Being in charge of the happiness for 300 people ("retention! engagement! culture!") carries a burden. Needless to say, a lot of the time, I'm a mess.
'But Lyndsey, you have three jobs and your Instagram indicates that you're generally pretty happy?' Why yes, dear reader, that's also a true statement. So, what gives? My three daily rituals: