I can’t tell you how many times I’ve resisted getting on my mat at home. Of course there are the usual excuses like laundry or emails, but even when all my chores are done and I can’t think of anything else I have to do (which is rare), I still find myself resistant.
And then there are the times when I know it’s exactly what I need. I hear myself giving advice to a student - the same advice I need to hear, and I still don’t practice.
Last night it came to a head. Literally. I could hear myself replaying the same mental loop over and over again while I talked to my husband. Suffering this. Disgust at that. I don’t want to! I don’t know how. It was really a good example of the ego run amuck.
And so this is why I think yin yoga is so hard. It requires a re-interpretation of what life is all about. It requires actively choosing to put the ego in the back seat. It requires admitting to yourself and perhaps even to your husband, or friend, or whoever you’re having a hard time with - that you are a total mess and you know the only thing that will help is if you get quiet and look for your wisdom again in stillness.