When sequencing a yoga class I start at the beginning, the very beginning, with breath. The pose you start in is a reflection of where the class will go, if we are working towards back bends we’ll start in Virasana to open up the quads, if we are hip opening we’ll do child’s pose or supta baddha konasana, there’s a method to the madness believe it or not and it’s fun to unravel the body and have a place to go with your class, like telling a story, the poses and sequence has a beginning a middle and an end, but they all tie together somehow…the parts in the beginning have something to do with the middle and they all go together in the end, and you’re left feeling blissful and at peace.
I have not quite figured out how to tell my story, I know the beginning, but the beginning makes the middle confusing….there’s nothing to be done for it, unlike a book or an article where you can go back and rewrite the beginning, the past is fixed and there’s no reworking it.
I’m in the middle and I’m not quite sure what to do with my skill set. I know I love to teach yoga, I love to listen, I am empathetic and can understand people from different walks of life. Living with 25-75 people for the first 23 years of life will give you some people skills… so there’s that and that’s nice. I feel like I have a bunch of unharnessed talent, like I was supposed to be super awesome and talented, but then nothing happened. Whomp. I’m not down on myself, I just have an itch to scratch but I’m not quite sure where it is and it’s driving me mad so I end up throwing myself into a bunch of things hoping one of them will stick.
Yesterday I had a moment of “oh my gosh what am I doing with my life, I only have two classes today I should be working harder” But then I did some yoga and perspective happened and I realized I am right where I am supposed to be. Life has it’s ups and downs but it also has plateaus.. places to rest and just be, they are as long as they are going to be and you can either let it drive you crazy or you can enjoy the rest and linger in it appreciating every moment of life, because it is precious. It took me a hot sec, but I’m going to do the latter. It’s hard to let go of the expectations we put on ourselves especially when we feel like we should have something worked out, but we don’t. It takes a moment of acknowledgement that we’re not as -fill in the blank- as we think we should be, but after that acknowledgement you can let go…. let go of any self imposed ideals of greatness or expectation and take a moment to love what is.
I love my days… I’ll use this time to chill, to marinate in my thoughts, observe my patterns and see what comes up. Who knows, I may find the key to my story or my intended path directly in front of me :)