In yoga, you’re supposed to be all ommm and chill. In Iyengar yoga, I’m more oof and errghhh. Feeling every little ligament and nerve and muscle and inch of skin being pulled and strained and stressed and stretched.
And yet, by some mystical yogi miracle, I finish every intense 1.5 hour session buzzing. Renewed. Relaxed. Ready to do battle with whatever the world throws at me.
So what if I can’t touch my toes?
So what if I need a block to get the right alignment?
So what if the teacher has to come over and hold my legs up while I wriggle and jiggle into shoulder stand, and then flash my boobs to the whole class when my top falls down?
This is life.
Life is awkward and embarrassing and confronting and uncomfortable. It can be testing and stretching and tough and painful.
And I think going through that every class builds my armour. To life and all its icky bits.
Any anxiety I had before going (like, whether I should even go because I know it’s going to be bloody tough, or I might make a mistake, or the teacher might yell at me) sort of melts away. Mostly because I’m so focused on contorting my body and making the tiniest, most precise adjustments, that I can’t think about anything else.
The world just melts away.
I finish feeling accomplished.
Even if I didn’t extend any further or move any deeper in a pose, I’m chuffed. Because I overcame my worries, took on the mental and physical challenge, and emerged re-built and restored.
Have you found yoga helps with your mental health? I’d love to know! Just leave a comment below. x