Who feels like talking about Yoga Practice today? I’d also like to discuss how pretentious I feel calling it My Yoga Practice. (It makes me feel pretentious. That’s it.) I have a weird relationship with yoga because I love it so damn much, but never seem to stick to it with anything vaguely resembling regularity.
My devotion to yoga fluctuates wildly, and unfortunately tends towards the neglect side of things whenever I could really use it. As soon as I start to get busy or stressed, or busy AND stressed, I just can’t drag myself off the couch or away from my desk. I suspect this is a pretty normal response for most people, but I want to know if anyone experiences the next stage of this process the way I do.
See, what happens next is I go back to yoga once, and fall in love all over again. Then I wonder why I keep denying myself something I love so much. This revelation is followed by The Yoga Upswing. The Yoga Upswing involves super healthy eating, juices, cutting down on TV time, and increased time spent googling yoga retreats in Bali. (Oh, and lots more yoga too) Last week, I actually bought something tie-dyed.
Then I really start to feel like this:
The upswing starts out fantastic – I feel energized, centered, and my third eye looks fabulous. Slowly though, life creeps back in, stealthily slipping me non-gluten-free un-vegan high fructose corn syrup laced cookies. Work gets overwhelming. I suddenly notice I haven’t started an essay on something absurdly complex. And then after a while, my yoga (especially when I try to practice at home) looks a lot more like this:
Yoga is both spiritually and physically important to me, and the practice keeps me feeling grounded. I like to live in my head way too much, and yoga reminds me that it’s not the best idea to always do that.
So, who has some tips on how to balance a healthy yoga practice with real life? I’ll be waiting over here with a kombucha fuelled chakra headache.