After all my struggles and contortions trying to put up the clothes horse yesterday, I wondered whether trying yoga was really such a good idea. Indeed, I couldn’t help wondering whether I’d end up in Emergency, tied up in myself like a knotted pretzel.
Take it from me, I’m NOT catastrophizing. I have strings of medical reports to prove it.
Yet, there’s this annoying inner voice determined to overcome all of that: “Rowena, get a grip! Disaster is NOT waiting for you around every corner. You can do it. You are capable. You have overcome numerous hurdles before with Olympic strength and endurance. You can do anything you set your mind to. This may be more than good for you. You might actually enjoy it.”
This voice and I aren’t always on the best of terms, and more than once, we’ve exchanged stern words.
A) Don’t you know I’m too stressed to relax?
B) Can’t you see I’m disabled? How can I do yoga when I can barely walk down a footpath without tripping over?
C) I’m sure there are a whole heap of reasons why I shouldn’t do yoga. I just can’t quite remember them now.
Well, the benefit of this particular yoga class, was that it’s being run by an occupational therapist. Moreover, it was recommended by my physio and a few of her other clients were going, That meant I’d be in safe hands, and I’d also be meeting people in a similar boat. That could also be really fantastic… a whole new social, exercise and potentially coffee group.
So, despite the rain, off I went.
And…I loved it…especially the last 15 minutes when we lay on our mats with a lavender eye mask on and a blanket over me, doing my deep breathing. I felt such a strong sense of well-being. It washed over me like a warm wave of kindness and I’d received a much needed inner hug.
Meanwhile, even my toes got stretched and that’s a good thing.
Have you launched out and tried something new lately? Or, is there something you’ve been putting off? Why not have a go?!!
Hope you all have a fabulous weekend.