i saw a bumper sticker that said “my happy place is my dream place.” i find this both amusing and depressing. i’d like to think i have a physical happy place. a place i can find whenever i want. it varies, without a doubt. but i try to be happy where i am.
i’ve noticed that one place i’m happiest is the yoga center. it’s not even really about “being happy” because anyone who has endured a 90 minute ashtanga class will likely say it’s not exactly “happy.” but what i found when i discovered newington yoga center was a community i had been struggling to find. i feel a little bit more complete.
i am not the best yogi at times. if there is such a thing. i curse, i get angry, i get sad. doing yoga does not mean you are all blissed out and smiley 100% of the time. but that’s not the point. as with all things in life, it’s about developing tools. tools to make it all work for you or to help you survive. yoga has become that for me.
i struggled a lot it my life with “happy” and i realize that more than happiness in all things, contentment is far more important. happy is moment to moment. contentment is an overall state. i’m content these days. but i’m not settled. i’m going to always strive for more.