Find Your Reset

By Carley Wright 

Prologue: 

Life is tough right now. To plainly put it, our world is messed up on several accounts. There is confusion and tension in the air, alongside change and hope. There are serious issues being brought out of the darkness where they have been so quietly kept for centuries. And we are still in the midst of a widespread pandemic. That’s right folks, just because TJ Maxx is open, does not mean that the virus is over. A lot is happening in our world, and although everyone handles life differently, we must remember: it’s understandable to feel overwhelmed.

The Act:

A craze for some, a lifestyle for many, and a slight intimidation for others, yoga is seen as a mental and physical practice. A way to create peace amongst your mind and your body and get in touch with your inner thoughts. SO THEY SAY… I’m confident when saying I fall into the percentage of people who find yoga slightly intimidating. I always have. The idea of laying on the floor, focusing only on your breath and thinking about nothing else is about as easy for me as it would be to climb Mount Everest in flip flops. It’s inevitable, the mind wanders. I’ve been in yoga class before where I’m lying on the ground, everyone around me is breathing so peacefully. And there I am, thinking about if I turned down the crockpot before leaving the house. Thus, spiraling into the doom of the roll of paper towels sitting next to the crockpot obviously catching on fire due to the possible high heat. And of course, that then spread to the dish towel hanging on the oven, leading to the rug. Then BOOM the whole apartment is ablaze! Peaceful breathing simply turned into hyperventilating.

Now, that was the past and this is the present. Truthfully, I thought since I would be participating in a yoga class from the comfort of my living room (crockpot in full view) I was optimistic that peace of mind would come easier. I figured I wasn’t going into this time’s practice as a workout, but as a mental cleanse; a chance to breathe. *Spoiler*: Although I did end up coming out of this yoga class feeling like I hit a reset button, it was most definitely not in the way I intended. I would say it was very much in a fashion of my own.

From previous experience I’m fully aware that the closest thing I am to a Yogi, is the bear. I’ve never quite been the one in class who is able to confidently hold a pose of pure discomfort or balance on my hands with any form of ease. I’m more so the one who purposely places her mat in the back of the room so I can discreetly look around me as we begin to move. I hope that the lights are dim enough that no one sees my face of plain awe and disbelief that the humans around me are contorting their bodies in such a way and holding these positions with happiness. Don’t get me wrong, I pull from my dance training when I can and implement that strength and flexibility which makes me feel a little sense of confidence. But in no way does it help me with some of these moves. For any true yogis out there, how and when do you get to the point that when you’re focusing on your breathing, you’re able to move, and when you’re holding a position correctly, you don’t forget to breathe? A level I have yet to reach.

Moving right along, I think the most beneficial part of this yoga class was simply the fact that it did take place in my living room. It gave me the freedom to try the things the instructor was demonstrating and the freedom to absolutely burst out laughing when I fell to the ground without disturbing anyone else’s practice. It turns out, yoga may not give me the sense of peaceful connection between mind and body. Though it did give me the opportunity to try something challenging and be light-hearted enough to laugh when it didn’t go as planned. Even better, it made me realize that personally, laughing may have been the reset I needed. When lying on the ground at the end of class, I automatically felt lighter and blue clear skies filled my mind instead of clouds. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to that point through the breathing and meditating intended by yoga, but by my own yogi the bear sort of way.

Maybe someday I’ll be able to reach the point of connection to my inner thoughts with breath and yoga. I need to try it out more often, I guess that’s why it’s called a practice. But for now, I’m grateful for what it did give me, the clarity it brought me in a different way. Sometimes we need a reset; within the world and within ourselves. But in order to take on the bigger picture, we must be in tune with ourselves first. Find your reset when you need it and use it to help you continue on.

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