Getting on the mat this week has been tough. I kept thinking, "I could practice, but I could really use a nap instead."
I'm happy to report that I managed to overcome my metal resistance on each and every day of the week. Some days I just forced myself to get in the car and start driving to class. For home practice days, I like to play a little game with myself where I promise myself that I only have to do 5 Surya A's and a handful of B's and then I can do the 3 closing postures and Savasana. That trick has never failed me. My practice that day turned into a really beautiful 2 hour, 5 minute expression of joy. Starting is truly the hardest part sometimes.
Yesterday, however, even starting wasn't that great. Do you ever have one of those days when you get to your mat and you're feeling pretty good and everything seems great and then you start moving and it's as if your limbs are filled with lead? That was me yesterday. Just no gas in the tank - for whatever reason. Then I got oddly emotional at the end of class, which rarely happens to me.
I'm trying to be really compassionate with myself because obviously I'm working through some things. Accepting whatever shows up on the mat on any given day is paramount to yoga, I think. We can't just muscle through everything. It's important to be receptive to the fact that you might be one person one day and a different person the next. Yoga requires strength and softness - all at the same time.