It’s interesting (to me. here’s where you’re stuck should you click over to my neck of the ‘net. lottsa navel gazing these days.).
Lately, whenever I go into an experience expecting something (a feeling, a result, an overarching sentiment), I tend to discover an entirely different something along the way.
You’d think Id learn—and head into stuffs sans-expectation—but I’m slow that way.
Prior to the yoga conference I attended recently I yammered how yoga is about bravery and facing my fears.
I trotted off to San Francisco prepared to unfurl my mat, face some stuff, and re-roll only after having wiped it free of sadness.
I shed nary a tear.
Which I’d say was *awesome* (if nothing else less embarrassing than anticipated)—but the conference was challenging.
Nothing I couldn’t force my way through and make turn out OK—or so I immediately thought.
My first instinct was to force when we (the royal) know a key tenet of yoga is flow (into the pose. with the practice.).
Thankfully I paused.
I remembered something I’d learned long ago from the ever insightful Wayne Dyer:
If we shift/tweak the way we view things in our lives, the things we are viewing change.
I s-l-o-w-l-y backed away from the force and quite literally changed my point of view.
Yoga for me is always evolving.
Yoga for me is confronting challenges *not* through force but shifting perspective.
For me…for now…yoga is headstands.
When’s the last time you faced a challenge and, instead of using brute force, STOPPED & flipped your perspective?