Lately, I feel maxed out … stressed, tired, impatient and my “type A” tendencies are in full force. I keep finding myself saying “I have so much to do, but not enough time in the day to do it.”
But, I finally made time tonight – one hour – to go to yoga. I’m sad to admit this, but it’s been two months since I’ve stepped on the mat (not counting the fun, 4th of July yoga at the lake). And tonight was rough – that’s being kind with word choice. A class that would normally be “light,” one I would typically use for deep reflection was just. so. hard.
Honestly, it was brutal to have to modify poses that I had just three months ago worked hard to accomplish. So while I internally scolded myself for not sticking with it, for not making yoga and myself a priority, for letting “stuff” (meaning practically anything) get in the way, the instructor quietly shared some words of wisdom to the class that made me snap out of it.
She said to remember that practicing yoga is a journey, something you come back to. And that certainly some days are better than others. She asked us to honestly decide why we were on the mat tonight, to honestly set an intention and to honestly reflect on that intention following our class.
So while deeply breathing through standing scissor pose, legs shaking, I reflected. I considered whether or not yoga is a priority for me. I evaluated how much I put into my practice and how much I receive back. I contemplated whether to view my time tonight on the mat as a struggle or an opportunity.
So here I am, sitting at my office desk – sore already from this one-hour yoga class – deciding to see my time on the mat as an opportunity and not a struggle, as a priority, and a balance of give and take. Tonight, I decided my yoga vibe.