On Why Yoga Can Be So Irritating (Although You Should Go Anyway!)

I have been fortunate enough that my instructors / yoga classmates aren't huggers. I would cuuuut them. The weirdest guy I ever encountered as a kid eight years younger than me who'd try to follow me around and ask me to hang out after class on Saturday. Because of that guy, I had to switch to the fucking 9am Ashtanga class, when all I wanted to do was a little vinyasa at 1pm, because I am hungover at 9 and the Ashtanga teacher does touch me. Oof.

I will say, though, that what I initially thought was stupid - "setting your intention for your practice that day" - now seems almost magical. When I first started doing yoga, I was breaking up with a longterm boyfriend and I'd always set my intention to like, find love or open up or some shit. I was a walking yoga memoir. And a few months later, I started dating my current man who is the greatest thing since apple pie and we're in love and everyone else thinks we're gross but we're like, "awww!" Then, since I found love, I set my intention to concentrate on getting a new job, not an easy task because I'm a lawyer and that market is shit right now. And, lo, I got a new job about a month later. I'm not saying some mystical forces helped me get a new job. No way. But yoga did make me concentrate on my goals and improving stuff that needed improved.

Posted on August 25, 2011 at 5:30 pm 0