yoga

All week I've been trying to put into words the experiences I've been having in yoga, but what's coming out isn't an accurate picture. I can't adequately transfer my experiences on the mat to these words.

Last weekend I had an amazing class - I ended up being the only student, and while intimidating at first, it ended up being exactly what I needed. I never know how I appear to others when I'm in yoga class, but I realized on Sunday that it didn't matter. I felt strong that day, solid and grounded. I left the studio with a high bigger than any runner's high I've ever felt.

Wednesday night's flow class was exactly what I needed in the middle of a busy work week. Again, the intimidation factor was there because everyone else in the class was pencil thin. But, once I got on the mat, that all floated away. It didn't matter - it doesn't matter.

And then yoga class this morning almost made me cry.

The teacher had a small lecture at the beginning of the class about how poorly we talk to and treat ourselves, and how affirmations can be so powerful in turning that around. I saw myself in all that she said - constantly berating myself for not being good enough, strong enough, thin enough. She handed each of us a note card with the word Believe written on it. Believe in myself, believe that I am enough, just believe. I definitely need to attend this class every week.

It looks like I found my new yoga studio, and I will definitely be making these three classes a regular part of my week.