Yoga is a beautiful and powerful practice for many.
And I hate yoga studios.
Before, I was unable to accept this
I practiced yoga for two hours every day
Contorting myself into bizarre positions
Gaining flexibility I thought was only possible for the yogis on instagram
I attended multiple yoga classes per week
Each teacher with their own flavor
Some I really enjoyed (Hi Zeah!)
And others I did not like as human beings
It was not the way they taught, or the music they played
It was the way they spoke, their intention behind their words
The feelings
I picked up their feelings they put down
Was I too sensitive for yoga?
Maybe, I thought
Was I working through internal issues?
Probably, I accepted
However, no
I am pretty sure that wasn’t it
So, what was it?
It was the bullshit.
The fakeness.
It was thick as LA smog in the air
Everyone was drinking the yoga kool aid
And I was intolerant to it
I would leave (most) classes on fire
Irritable and sharp around my blissed looking edges
intolerant to the dogma I was fed
I would be in arms after each class
fire burning in my eyes making them bloodshot
Something was burning in me and it was screaming
NO. JUST NO.
I see it now and smirk
I haven’t been to a yoga class in years
I stopped attending classes because I was done being angry
Ironic, huh?
It took me quitting it all together to really gain some peace over my mind
And I don’t necessarily think it was because I only stopped going to yoga class
I stopped trying to be a yogi
I stopped judging myself for strongly disliking many of the teachers
I stopped hanging out with people who felt off to me
I recognized that other people’s truths were not mine to replicate
I stopped forcing myself to do things I didn’t want to
And let me please say,
There are many, many amazing yoga teachers
I know quite a few myself
I have taken classes from them
And their passion and compassion shines through their teaching
THAT’S WHAT WE NEED
We need a lot more people like that in the world
They don’t have to be yoga teachers,
Just people that do what they love with passion and compassion
This is me doing that
Writing does that for me, not yoga
So to you,
Drop the BS that’s not serving you
Who cares if your kool aid spills all over the floor
Enough red dye #40 will kill you eventually
Drop it and don’t look too hard into why it didn’t work for you.
Do whatever it is that makes you feel enlightened.
And share it with the world.
I practiced yoga for two hours every day
Contorting myself into bizarre positions
Gaining flexibility I thought was only possible for the yogis on instagram
I attended multiple yoga classes per week
Each teacher with their own flavor
Some I really enjoyed (Hi Zeah!)
And others I did not like as human beings
It was not the way they taught, or the music they played
It was the way they spoke, their intention behind their words
The feelings
I picked up their feelings they put down
Was I too sensitive for yoga?
Maybe, I thought
Was I working through internal issues?
Probably, I accepted
However, no
I am pretty sure that wasn’t it
So, what was it?
It was the bullshit.
The fakeness.
It was thick as LA smog in the air
Everyone was drinking the yoga kool aid
And I was intolerant to it
I would leave (most) classes on fire
Irritable and sharp around my blissed looking edges
intolerant to the dogma I was fed
I would be in arms after each class
fire burning in my eyes making them bloodshot
Something was burning in me and it was screaming
NO. JUST NO.
I see it now and smirk
I haven’t been to a yoga class in years
I stopped attending classes because I was done being angry
Ironic, huh?
It took me quitting it all together to really gain some peace over my mind
And I don’t necessarily think it was because I only stopped going to yoga class
I stopped trying to be a yogi
I stopped judging myself for strongly disliking many of the teachers
I stopped hanging out with people who felt off to me
I recognized that other people’s truths were not mine to replicate
I stopped forcing myself to do things I didn’t want to
And let me please say,
There are many, many amazing yoga teachers
I know quite a few myself
I have taken classes from them
And their passion and compassion shines through their teaching
THAT’S WHAT WE NEED
We need a lot more people like that in the world
They don’t have to be yoga teachers,
Just people that do what they love with passion and compassion
This is me doing that
Writing does that for me, not yoga
So to you,
Drop the BS that’s not serving you
Who cares if your kool aid spills all over the floor
Enough red dye #40 will kill you eventually
Drop it and don’t look too hard into why it didn’t work for you.
Do whatever it is that makes you feel enlightened.
And share it with the world.
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