Two things happened today within 30 minutes of my walking in to the studio. First, I questioned going to yoga tonight at all. Let's say that my interest was almost swayed. I ran through 10 reasons I could skip. I reminded myself that yoga is the one thing that I do just for myself. It is the one thing that I do that gives me the foundation and freedom to be who I am. The time that I invest on my mat gives me the confidence to speak my mind, to express myself, call bullshit where I see it. As a result, I know that the people in my life truly love me, because I am truly my self. All the time. If i were pretending to be someone else, I wouldn't trust the authenticity of my relationships.
So I went to yoga. I stayed my path.
Second thing: On my way to yoga, I was forced to take a different path (don't you like how this is lining up?). The farmers' market disrupted my usual route. Apologies for the ambiguity, but let's just say I avoided a very uncomfortable situation as a result. When I realized how close I'd come, I was certainly shaken, but also curious as to what the detour was really about. My energy was all over the place. I was still unsure that I even wanted to go to yoga. I thought that there was no way I was going to have a decent practice, but whatever.
I unrolled my mat. Chatted with a friend. Pulled my hands to my heart and closed my eyes. Ommmmmm.......
My eyes flew open. That's what that was about. I went to yoga even though I didn't want to. I was forced to take a detour that kept me out of harm's way. I stayed my path. I took care of myself and was true the things that I know are important to me. And, at the same time, there is something out there, bigger than I am, and it's taking care of me too. I can't think of greater validation that I am right where I'm supposed to be, doing the things that I am supposed to be doing.
.....mmmmmm. Pressed down, pushed back: downward facing dog. And had the most amazing practice I've had in a year.