Intention

This morning I woke up and did not want to do yoga, I know, I don't know who I am anymore either. The alarm went off, day 7, and there was absolutely no part of me that thought I could get up and out of bed. It wasn't that I was still sleepy, I felt much more reluctant than that. I wanted to stay hidden, glued to my bed. But up I got and traipsed through the rain (hello pathetic fallacy) to meditation, where I sat (sulked) for half an hour. And then our yoga class began.

Today's yoga class was taken by Jenny-Lee, a tutor who has never lead our class before. She's not your typical yoga teacher; she has blue hair, has lots of tattoos and wears tops that make cheesy yoga puns; long story short she is absolutely amazing. Her enthusiasm for life and being entirely present in each moment with every cell of her body is contagious. And her class reflected this. It was challenging; it required you give everything: to lengthen each limb and to stay strong in every muscle. Specialising in the anatomy of the human body she took us through aligning our bodies correctly not only to prevent injury but to intelligently help us get deeper into poses.

As the class came to closer to the end our movements became slower. Right before savasana (kind of like a tiny nap at the end of every yoga class) Jenny had us step to the top of the mat and close our eyes. She then spoke to us about setting an intention for the day. She told us to let go of anything that was not serving us, and to use the happiness we had found in today's practice as an anchor for that intention.

Yoga is a pretty incredible thing. By the end of the class I felt completely opposite to how I had felt on entering. Jenny had helped me let go. So for my intention I decided to allow myself to be okay. To find my own strength, to recognise it and believe in it. I think it's important to remember that what will be will be: bad things will come and go, but it is how you react and deal with those things that matter.