I have been thinking about happiness lately and one of the things I noticed was that no one complains at Yoga. One of the things I enjoy is when the door is open and you can hear the sounds coming from the lobby. There is just laughter and pure joy. Yoga people are happy people.
Happiness it’s self is an interesting concept. Something that makes one person happy isn’t necessarily what makes another person happy. When I started this, I hoped to be flexible and strong. After going for about a year now, I have gained so much more. Happiness in the hot room. I don’t know if it’s more the quiet reflection time, or just the focus that I have to do to stay in those poses in that heat. But the hour passes more quickly the more and more I go. I long for double classes so I don’t have to leave after just an hour.
Maybe for me, happiness is enjoying the moment. Not thinking about expectations, or the thousands of things I need to get done today. Just right now, in this place.
I went to a funeral this week of a beloved coach and teacher, Mr. (Ted) Taylor. The fun and games that he brought to the world were something I will take with me always. A joy for life, a happiness in sport and the pursuit of competition. Funeral’s always make think how short life is and how much I want to embrace every day, every moment. Spread joy. For me, that’s encouraging others to do what gives them joy. Don’t wait, it’s all too short.