03 September, 2012

Just another day at the office

Today marked 100 days of yoga: Power Vinyasa with Cassandra.

Who else would it be? Right?

A milestone, yes. But in a way, it is just another day at the office, so to speak. Nothing special. Tomorrow will be 101 days. But it is also Tuesday. It is also September 4th. It's probably someone's birthday. It is probably someone's anniversary.

Class itself was made special by my friend and teacher, Cassandra, who has inspired me so much during these past months. Cassandra did a short reading about faith and exploration, and about always striving to keep answering the unanswered questions.

I feel fortunate to have had my introduction to my yoga practice here, at this studio, with these people. My life is undeniably different because of it. I have always thought a lot about how the choices we make and the actions we take define us. Some of these choices seem to be little, but their impact is huge. The metaphor I always like to quote is the one about the butterfly flapping its wings in China, and it rains in New York. I like that metaphor (which derives from "Chaos Theory") so much, that I've written about it elsewhere, with regard to friendships, fate, chess, and cats.

The hardest part about doing yoga, as the teachers often say, is just showing up. It often requires a lot of juggling of our schedules or our lives to make it happen. It requires making it a priority, sometimes at the expense of other things. That's really true about anything to which we make a commitment. It's really what commitment is all about it: making something a priority, showing up for it, and then doing the necessary service toward it, whether it be a job, a relationship, a hobby, a belief system.

To make it to a hundred days, I needed to do a little bit of fancy footwork. There were occasions where I had to de-prioritize other things that most would consider to be more important. There were times that I needed to dramatically alter my own preferences or habits around when I would typically want to do yoga (early morning, later at night). There were occasions where I had to practice alone, outside of a studio to make it happen. There were times where I had to find a studio in a city that was not my own. There was a single-mindedness about it. It probably looked like obsession. But I didn't think about it that way, and never did I feel like I threw my life out of balance in service of the goal. Mostly, I just started to think of "doing yoga" the way we think about other necessary daily activities like eating, sleeping, etc.

I don't really know what to do now. There's 108 days on the near-term horizon. I guess, now that I know what it means, I might as well do it. Believe it or not, I could have a bit more of a challenge hitting a few of these last days to 108 because of my travel schedule than I did any of the days prior. But I know I can make it happen. Beyond that? I don't know. Though I don't feel like I need to keep going every day, I also don't really feel like I need to miss one either. There's a tendency to start to get superstitious about "streaks," in a "Cal Ripkenian" kind of way. I don't want to do that either. So instead, I guess I'll just keep making the decision on a day-to-day basis, and see where it goes.

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