When I took my first Yoga class at the Langham Creek YMCA in 2009, I had no idea how much this ancient discipline would change and improve my life!!
My mom signed up the whole family for the YMCA after I tore my ACL during a dance audition (talk about trauma!) at the end of my junior year of high school. I went to the gym every day to work on building my leg muscles so I could recover and get back to what I loved – dancing!
But after graduation, I found myself in a funk.
All I understood about working out was sweating as much as I could so I could be as close to size 0 as possible. I was abusing my body and it didn’t make me very happy. I stayed in Houston for school while everyone I knew left for their college town experiences. And since I commuted for class & work, I didn’t make many meaningful friendships in the little free time I had around campus. Worst of all, I found myself in a very toxic relationship. And when I decided to leave, I was harassed for months.
I was not in a good place mentally.
I can’t remember exactly when I walked into my first class but I do remember feeling nervous and underestimating the power of ‘some stretching’. While I can’t recall specifics, I remember the vibe and that was enough to keep me coming back for more.
I haven’t been the same since!
Like many hobbies or practices, you might fall away for a bit. And then something life-shaking might bring you back… 2020 definitely brought me back to all of my grounding practices.
After a depressive episode, I started to incorporate yoga into my morning routine as a non-negotiable promise to myself. 10 minutes every single morning upon waking up. It helped pull me out of a dark place, just like it did that first time all those years ago. Yoga brings me back into my body. It brings me back into the moment. It centers me, grounds me; it keeps me compassionate and aware.
I learn so much about myself in this practice,
and I never want to stop
Happy International Yoga Day!
The light in me honors the light in you