I come to the studio today completing not only 30 classes in 30 days but 30 days of daily intentional yoga. 33 classes in all but also in 30 straight days.
I sit outside way too early for my final class and reflect on the past 30 days. With a short two days between this challenge and the start of the completion of my 200 hour teacher training on Friday. Today I have panicked, resisted, cried and pretty much emotionally broke down all day.
I could blame it on many different things coming up but as I was driving here I was thinking about the concept of being done.
That’s the great thing, I don’t have to be done. It isn’t 30 days, it’s life changing. Yoga is so much more than exercise, it’s a constant progression in your mind, body and spirit at the same time. Some days in this challenge it was growth in one area more than another and some days was just showing up. There was pain, soreness, blood, bruises, tears, and alternating gallons of sweat and ice water.
I will never have “made it” in yoga. It isn’t a challenge or a training that makes you an accomplished yoga. It’s continuing to the next day. Keeping the gift of daily yoga, even if I can’t make it in. Dedicating an hour to myself, my practice, maybe just honoring the gift of life. That is the study of yoga.
I’ve been studying for teacher training and this has been on my phone the last week. Never more appropriate than today.