Something happened to me in class tonight. Yoga happened. (dun dun dun – insert melodramatic orchestra here).
I left class crying and feeling defeated. It will take more than a simple blog-post to fully comprehend what is happening to me. I believe it’s transformation.
The word “transformation” seems to be this ethereal new age term that cannot be explained in a pragmatic manner. That is precisely how I feel about my strong emotional reaction to a physical practice. Yoga is hard, much more difficult than many things that I’ve done and emotionally, I’ve barely scratched the surface.
There is a saying about destruction being necessary in order to rebuild (rebirth). I believe I’m currently in the destructive phase right now. I can only hope the plans I lay out after this phase are better than what I am currently in the process of destroying.
Through this I am realizing what yoga really is. It is a challenging practice. It is rigorous for your mind and body. Yoga is a mindset, it is not a destination, it is not a competition, and it is far more than I understand right now. It is powerful.
There’s something to be said about finding your breath through the discomfort of this process and being able to hold the pose. I feel as though I am going to be here for a while.