This is something I’m sure all yogis and yoginis have experienced before: the yogic let-down.
Picture it, Sicily, 1913. Wait, my alter ego Sophia is fighting for air time. Let’s try that again. Picture it, you’re so pumped for a yoga class you’ve heard is the bomb. Not pipe-bomb good, but A-bomb rock-your-world. You show up, spend the hour and a half, and … disappointment. Lemon in your yogi eye!
Now I know every experience can’t be amazing. But some days you just need IT. Need the rush, the push, the dirty, wet, sweaty, gritty-but-pure absorption of it all. You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout. The gooooood stuff. And then pleh. No goodies for you.
That was tonight for me. The scene: a 2/3 candlelight flow class. The vibe in the room was weird, the teacher was completely disconnected, and the sequence left me really off-kilter. Sometimes we all have off nights (teachers, students, everyone), but there’s a difference between that and just-not-good. You guys know what I mean. You just feel it.
But tomorrow is a new day. And my yoga practice and spirit are buoyant, vast, and fierce.
Disappointment in yoga (and in life) can be a positive lesson if we use those lemons to make lemonade. Every class that I don’t particularly enjoy reminds me to take away something useful from each experience. I’ll remember these yogic let-down classes and strive to cultivate my own rock-your-worldness. :)
The quote says it all …
“Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water is to burning metal; it strengthens, tempers, intensifies, but never destroys it.” — Eliza Tabor
Lemonade is good, but I might just make m*ther f*cking meringue.
artwork credit: Marty Mummert