I have a confession to make: I think I am sometimes more in love with the idea of yoga than I am with the practice itself.
A random thought from nowhere (although how often does an idea pop into our heads really from nowhere?) found its way into my head and now it’s there, I can’t shift it: if I loved yoga as much as I say I do, then why don’t I actually do it more often?
It’s the same with lots of activities in my life: when I get round to doing it, I love it and think ‘I should do that more often.’ And I mean it at the time. But then I get distracted. I get obsessed with ‘Love Island’ on the TV (in reality, I don’t, but I’ve heard a lot of people out there do, and maybe that is less embarrassing than admitting to my obsession with ’13 Reasons Why’). I spend hours scrolling through Facebook posts on my phone and watching videos on subjects that don’t even particularly interest me. Oh come on, tell me you do that too. And then I tell myself I don’t have time to do yoga or read a book or spend quality time with my man or go for a run. But I do. I could make time if I really wanted to.
I love the idea of yoga. I love the feel of yoga wear against my skin. I love rolling out my mat. I love stepping onto my mat and the feel of the mat on the soles of my bare feet. I love the smells and the sounds. I love how my body feels nurtured and cherished and alive. I love thinking about yoga and talking about yoga and writing about yoga. I love the pictures of yogis in fabulous poses in fantastic locations on my Instagram feed. I love the whole scene.
And maybe some of those activities around the idea of yoga actually detract from the time I have available for my own practice. Talking about yoga is not the same as practising yoga. I’m challenged to shut up and just get on with it. I’m challenging you to stop reading this and actually engage in your own practice.
So yes, this is a short one, so that you and I both have more time for what really matters – join me on the mat, people!