“Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.” ~unknown
I took more than the usual time to get myself out of my bed this morning, aching, sore and doubting the benefits of yoga. I’ve been taking advanced yoga classes at LifeTime, partly so Kira can play with other children and socialize, and partly because I need to be around people too. I’ve been doing my own yoga routine for ten years and if I could choose my superpower, as if I could be a super hero, it would be “bend-a-girl”. The back bends we did yesterday make me feel old today. And if I passed the teacher, who was not serene one bit but mean about pushing us to our personal limits, I’d send out cold pricklies instead of warm fuzzies.
The first thing I put in my suitcase is my yoga mat. There’s something about yoga that has me hooked. There’s a parallel I cannot deny: a flexible body runs alongside with developing a flexible personality. When I hold a position that hurts and yet I do it with a calm mind and regular breathing without losing my balance, I am learning that when life gets me into a position that hurts I can endure it with a calm mind and regular breathing and still keep balance. That is the simple take away lesson that screams as loudly as my sore muscles this morning.
I’ve taught kickboxing, aqua aerobics, step classes, spinning, body pump, jump rope interval training, low impact and high impact aerobics. I ride my bike twenty or more miles, I used to run, I love rollerblading, I was a dancer until I was 19, and I hiked mountains in AZ regularly, BUT- nothing has ever made me feel as worked out and tingly from head to toe, or delivered results like doing yoga. When I leave a class drenched in sweat, feeling like I just gave everything I had, yet I feel rejuvenated rather than in need of a nap, I know I made the right choice. So, it is a hook, and I am dangling from it this morning feeling sore, but also hoping I am well enough to take class tomorrow.
I’m ever in pursuit of maintaining balance and remaining flexible- with my LIFE. As a mom of five, and a wife of a busy business man, Christian, Mama Tonya to the orphanage, homemaker, gardener, artist, dog mom and cat mom, I need to make sure it all fits on my tray, and balances high without tipping. I also need to ebb and flow with the crisis of the moment , and I can either allow them to break me, or cause me to stretch and bend. A flexible person gets along better with other people, but there is always that point where the stretch stops, can’t go any further or there will be a break. I suppose it is also good to know where the breaking point is, for my body, my mind and my life.
I am understanding and flexible in relationships but I’ve learned where my breaking point is: don’t deceive me, steal from me, disrespect me or hurt the people I love. Really it is that simple. How flexible are you?