When my yoga instructor bent herself in half and upside-down again the wall and said, “let’s do this,” you may have seen the fear of god in my eyes.
Really? Like that?
But I promised myself, from the very first class 11 weeks ago, that I would not inhibit myself. I would not do that evil self-talk I do when I am fearful of trying something new or facing change.
I reminded myself, before every class, that I could only do my best and at my own pace; that no purpose was served by competing with anyone in the room, including my origami-folded yoga instructor.
So, up against the wall I went. Slowly. Carefully. And there I was — bending.
“Now breathe,” she said.
(I did, but only because laughing may have hurt something.)
Stepping — or bending, as the case may be — into something new, is always challenging.
It seems, sometimes, that other people do it with such ease: gracefully repositioning, all the while breathing. I, on the other hand, tend to take the kick-and-scream approach. But that, like Competitive Yoga, serves no purpose.
Change comes — whether you enroll in it or not. It shows up at your doorstep, flips upside down and says “let’s do this now.”
And so you breathe…and bend.
“There’s a tree out in the back yard,
That never has been broken by the wind.
And the reason it’s still standin’
It was strong enough to bend.”
— Tanya Tucker
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