When the clock struck midnight on January 1, 2013, I intended to have a Little Talk with myself. Alas, I think I was toasting cheap champagne, and dancing to a 80s cover band. But, shortly thereafter, maybe even on a bathroom break, I looked myself in the eye and said, CrazyVirgo, in 2013 you need to make some changes, do a lot of things differently, find balance, and shed your old skin. So, in an effort to hit restart and center myself for 2013, I opted not for a cleanse or a new way of eating - because we all know I could never - and I headed for the obvious and joined a yoga studio in my south Boulder hood. It's a gorgeous space, with a huge West-facing window and a view of the Flatirons. There's an incredibly clean women's locker room with Pangea Organic Soap (which, in my opinion, makes any restroom, shared or not, sublime), instructors with naturally peaceful, rhythmic yoga voices, and cold-lavender-scented compresses passed out at the end of class for Shavansna (did I spell that correctly?). Truly, it's awesome.
I haven't done yoga since I was pregnant with BabyVirgo - basically two years ago. I prepared myself for the inflexibilty I would certainly encounter (without judgement of course. This IS yoga after all). I found that yoga, much like riding a bike, comes back to you in a snap. You never really forget warrior one, warrior two, triangle pose, oojaya (i'm sure that's not spelled correctly) breathing, cat-cow, wonderful words that roll off the tongue like Utanasna (spelling), and of course, the glorious release into shavasna.
I bought a $10/10 days pass and have been three times already, including 6:30 a.m. yoga on a Tuesday - early morning exercise, which I NEVER do. Damnit, it felt good. Yoga feels good. Hey, does everyone know this? Yoga feels really freaking good. Breathing in and exhaling all the old ickiness, or the extra glass of wine you shouldn't have had, or an argument, or judgement, or pizza, and inhaling an entirely new breathe feels transformative. Man oh man. Why hadn't I really indulged in yoga before? This shit is awesome.
After my third yoga class, I've realized, I'm oojaya breathing all over the place. Yoga is - gasp - extending in to my life at large. Oddly enough, inhale/exhale helps get through any situation. Traffic - inhale, exhale the shitty driver in front of you. Work - inhale, exhale the ridiculous feedback from a client (or boss, or co-worker, you get the point). Child - oh hell yes. Here's where it reeeeeallly helps. Right now, I'm potty training LittleVirgo, as well as wading my way through her developing personality (read: sassy independence). Since I've started yoga-ing again, I've inhale/exhaled my way through the following situations:
poop on my hand
bed time resistance: MOMMA! I sleep with you and Ozi (dog). Please?
a car that won't start
an overturned plate of food with ketchup on a teak-wood table
an constantly uncertain job situation
CrazyVirgo 2012 would have freaked out in every one of these situation, at least a little, over-dramatized them, for sure, and never woul dhave kept her cool. CrazyVirgo2013, nay, 2.0, took a moment, look inward, inhaled, and exhaled the negative feelings that were bubbling up my throat like acid reflux. Funnily enough, each situation turned out ok. Some better than expected, even. So, I'm sticking with it. I'm hooked on yoga this time around. I'm buying the overpriced montly membership (why is yoga always more expensive than the gym???) and I'm gonna be a full-lotus doing, oojaya breathing, open-hipped yogi.
Damnit Yoga. You're good.