I tell acquaintances, friends and family I can show up to events, make phone calls, even send texts messages that in actuality, I can’t.
As a yoga practitioner, I ask my body to get into shapes that I’m fully ego-confident I can push myself into.
The difference here is my body isn’t ‘nice and polite’. When I’m forcing something on it, it doesn’t step aside and say, ‘you’re the boss.’ My body talks back, and if I don’t listen it retaliates.
Recently, in an attempt to impress my 12-year-old niece with my sick yoga skills, I decided a ‘split contest’ was an exquisite idea.
Mind you, I wasn’t even flexible when I was 12. This body has never been one of a gymnast—matter of fact I tried gymnastics in elementary and sprained my wrist about a week in. Gymnast journey over.
Today, 25 years old and 3 years of regular yoga practice deep, with compassionate conversation with my body and breath, my body allows the shape of split.
Well during an official ‘split contest’, one has no time for intimate self-meetings. Preparation is precisely this, a 3 second ‘ready, set, go— rip.”
Way to go, Allison. Not only did we injury ourselves, we gave a
beautiful example of how to not listen to our body. Aunt of the year.
I overcommitted, lying to myself about what I could handle.
Maybe you can connect with this, maybe not.
In February on and off the yoga mat, I focused on drawing awareness to my boundaries and respecting them. Doing this organically shed light on recognizing the boundaries of others, not through panic and worry, but through compassion and understanding.
Often my intention was something like this, “I am aware that living being have limits and I respect them.”
Take what you will. Leave what you won’t.