Ever since I decided a few months ago to go all-in with yoga and train 200 hours for my teaching certification, I’ve been trying to cultivate a pure love for yoga. You would think that someone who decides to devote a huge CHUNK of their personal savings and time (a year) to focusing on yoga must already really, really love it, but such is not the case. I don’t hate it or anything, but I’m definitely not a hardcore yoga enthusiast…yet.
My interest in yoga has been off and on since I was a little girl, doing meditation and tai chi moves with my mom’s long time boyfriend and taking classes here and there as an adult. I partially blame Beyonce for the latest resurgence in my quest to do yoga. I’ve determined this woman must have
absolutely NO bones in her body and it would really be awesome to be that flexible.
Beyonce’s spinelessness aside, I also want to reap all of the associated health benefits – physical, mental, emotional and spiritual. Focus and discipline are two things high on my “I’m a work in progress” list, and yoga seems to be helping with those so far. I’m not super duper flexible, which has made my current yoga practice not the most fun, but I’m at the point now where instead of feeling discouraged, I’m choosing to go toward the challenge and do even more yoga. The only way to get better is to practice. So, I’m embracing the yoga of life wherever I find it.
The other day, I was looking at the tile in my shower and I could see yoga poses. The other week, I picked up Essie’s new “Yogaga” nail polish because of the name. Today, I bought the cutest earrings at the African Festival from my girl Stacy of Dance Darling because they looked like people doing yoga poses. I could see lotus, tree pose and forward folds. If nothing else, I can look fly while I’m spending hours every week attempting to learn to look like I know what I’m doing.