Practice yoga; Not to get better at yoga, but to get better at life
I took my first yoga class in 1998 at theatre camp. I fell in love with it immediately but I couldn’t tell you why.
I practiced on and off for years until I started teaching yoga for kids. I knew the best way to teach, was to start with a solid practice of my own.
So I came to my mat more regularly. The more I practiced the more I fell in love. I got certified. I became a teacher. People made assumptions about me and my practice.
“You must be really flexible”- Not really “You must be really advanced”- Not at all “What’s the craziest pose you can do?”- Tree?
It took me 20 years to learn crow pose. I still can’t do wheel. And I don’t think I’ll ever find my way into a handstand. And it doesn’t matter. Not even a little bit.
One of my favorite moments from my yoga teacher training was when my instructor, in a thick Italian accent, proclaimed, “Who cares if you bring your nose to your knee, if you’re a son of a bitch?”
I don’t practice yoga to get better at the poses. I practice to get better at my life. To practice patience. To practice accepting my body wherever it might be that day. To practice managing my mind when it feels challenged. To practice staying when things feel hard. To practice stillness when I want to bolt. To practice coming back to myself and my breath again and again and again. I practice being resilient on my mat, because it helps me be resilient off my mat.