I have been a yoga teacher for about a year and a half. I also got engaged and married in that same time frame. I got into a few arguments. I made a few decisions. I spent some time at the Uffizi. I ate a lot of gelato. I had a song dedicated to me by my husband at an Old 97s show. (thank you to Rhett Miller for reading twitter before the show) I made a dedication to fringe and red lipstick although currently I’m not wearing either. (thank goodness for tonight’s hair appointment and eventually it won’t be so warm that all make up feels like a chore.) There has been immense joy and awful sadness. And in all of that, I keep figuring out who I am a bit more.
I still believe that much of what happens in life seems to be a crazy and random happenstance. And with that we just have to have faith that things will work out. But I still worry a lot. Wake myself up sometimes with worry. But for the most part I am learning to trust that things usually work out.
I titled this post a challenge because over the past few months, I’ve lost some things. Specifically, my yoga practice. I don’t know where it went. I had a good few weeks here and there, but I’ve lost that joy when I practice. I still teach. And I get an incredible joy and high from teaching. I love to play with sequences and test out song choices.
But my practice, it’s lost the joy.
What is my challenge, you ask?
Yoga. Thirty days of it in fact. But even more specifically, it’s about rebuilding my relationship with my mat. I bought a bright green mat last summer and I have never really gotten to know it. I still hold on to my old black mat. Both by Manduka. Both great products. But it’s time I got to know the newer mat.
My goal is to roll out my mat each morning – likely with the “helpful” assistance of my dog – and practice. My practice might just be a very involved and sweaty vinyasa flow or it might just be a handful of sun salutations followed by savasana or it might just be Oliver and me sitting on the mat with our eyes closed trying to center. The goal is to roll out my mat.
This morning’s practice was short. A few sun salutations, some Warriors, and glorious forward folds. I held the few poses I did for a long time. I like to play with that every so often.
So day one is done. Join me as I make it through the next 29 days.