Once a month, I head to yoga teacher training. Yoga has been my method of self-care for almost a decade. Through it I have learned a lot about posture, breath work, energy and accepting myself as I am that day on the mat.
I have struggled with the taking the acceptance I have for myself on the mat to off the mat. It is something you will hear many yogi’s say. The ability to find the same peace while driving through Atlanta traffic that you have during relaxation (shavasana) at the end of your practice. To accept where you body is at that day. Maybe not being able to stay in a balance pose or release through the hamstrings. It’s okay. Allow yourself some grace for where you are that day.
I am and have always been very critical of myself, plus I HATE being late. So a couple weekends ago when I locked myself out of my car at the gas pump with the keys in the ignition, it was the perfect opportunity for me to allow my emotions to get carried away.
Fortunately, I was on my way to yoga training. I say fortunately only because I was thinking about what the day had to offer, what class was going to be like, if I really thought I could handle 8 hours of asana (posture) practice. So, as I looked at my keys, handbag, phone, and chocolates in the car, I stopped and breathed. With a dim-witted smile on my face, I went over the gentleman in the booth and he knew. He had seen me try to open the door, walk around the car; try to open all the doors even though I knew what the result would be. He saw me. He knew what had just happened.
After several fruitless attempts to call home from his cell phone, he offered to use his auto club membership to get someone to open my car. He even apologized when they said it would take 30 minutes to get there. Bill must have kids, you could tell he had done this before.
As I sat on the car waiting, thoughts came into my brain: “Why did you leave the keys in the ignition, you knew this would happen?”; “Way to go!”; “Great, now I’m going to be late and disrupt everyone in class.” But that day, I caught those thoughts and stopped them. Yeah, I knew the doors were being buggy and there was a chance I could get locked out. I’m just in the (bad) habit of leaving the keys in the ignition. Yay me! This won’t be the last time I will have done something silly like this – I’m human too I suppose. The people in class would probably wonder why I’m late, they might even worry. I made a mental note to call the studio once I got into my car. The good thing was I had left home early and would only be about a half an hour late. They key would be to not interrupt the calmness when I showed up. I had the chance to really get upset at my husband too. But how would that help?
About half way through my stay at the gas pump, Bill came out of his booth and offered me some cash to grab a hot chocolate or coffee from the grocery store too. He noted the chill in the air. It was the most sunshine I had gotten in a week. I was appreciative that it wasn’t raining and shared those thoughts with him. He just smiled at me and agreed that the situation could be worse.
As I stood there, I reminded myself about all the positive things that were happening. I was fully in the moment receiving and letting go of what did not serve me. I allowed myself to be there, to feel the anxiety, recognize it and let it go. It honestly felt wonderful. Even as I watched the guy open the door, I waited for any comments he might have had, they didn’t come. I was and have always been the hardest on my self. At last, I was choosing to give myself the same grace off the mat as I practice on the mat. To be appreciative for the kindness of a stranger, the sunshine, and even the random person that asked if I was okay.
I waved good bye to Bill with a smile and arrived at class 30 minutes late, just in time to start practice. All in all, it was a pretty good morning.
