Today my yoga teacher said that because I was very flexible, but not very strong, it was important to keep in mind that “less is more”. She told us that yoga was about knowing where you limits are and not forcing yourself beyond them; being content in your current state.
Wha? Are you thinking what I am thinking? I mean, what on god’s green earth am I doing in a yoga class? I’d understand Cantonese better than I understand the concept of accepting your limits, being happy in the present, contentment. And I have serious doubts that completing the Fifth Pretzel Position weekly will bring me to these breakthroughs. In fact, today the Twisty Straw Pose made me downright sore and tired; I’ve been tempted more than once since we finished lunch at 2:45 PM to just curl up under my desk and nap for a while.
But then I remember that we’ve seen more than one giant cockroach skittering around the office this week, and how much it will hurt my already aching body if I see one and lurch three feet into the air and whack myself against the underside of my desk. And then I worry, why am I tired all the time? and, how come I’m never tired when it’s time to go to bed? And I decide that maybe I need to drink more water (which is my idea of a cure-all, like Windex was to the dad in My Big Fat Greek Wedding), and less caffeine and get to the gym more and stop goofing off with everyone else at work and oops, I forgot to call the building back about fixing our damned oven and why did I never get back to that girl about writing something for the Village Voice and shite, I forgot to finalize our wedding invitation order and make an appointment with the florist and prep for the dress fittings … and wow, look at how stressed out and scattered I am! Maybe I should do more yoga.
Nah, I’ll just explain to everyone that from here on out “less is more” and they’ll totally understand; it’s a “contentment” thing.
definately sounds like less is more
I bow to you Smitten.
More contentment, less everything else.
Hee. This reminds me of my dance teacher talking about the yoga teacher in his other class that can do all kinds of insane flexible things, but then her back hurts and she just can't figure out why :P
I'd never likened my devotion to water as cure-all to that of Gus in Greek Wedding. And now you've got me thinking...
4 | nikki | March 24, 2005 07:12 PM
Wow chill out! Hmm maybe try Pilates! Its more agressive. I get tired all the time!!
Did you see this, Ms. Cupcake?