The accidental yogi
All the gear, no idea
It’s a Sunday night and I am sitting in my bedroom setting good intentions. I WILL go to practice every day this week. I WILL set aside that valuable time for myself each day. I WILL work harder on my camel. I WILL be more flexible. I WILL be more focused. I WILL be more relaxed. I WILL be less stressed. I WILL be more conscious of the environment and of the people around me. I kind of mumble these intentions out loud, like mini mantras and then I come to the realisation…
I WILL definitely need a new pair of yoga pants to make this all happen.
I think this as I sit surrounded by five little neatly arranged piles of yoga gear on my bed. Five pairs of stretchy pants (ranging from fluoro and leopard to skulls and crazy cat faces) and five sports bras sit atop five quick-dry yoga towels, with five little hair towels (that work equally well to wipe the sweat from one’s brow in class) in matching colours. There are also five big fluffy shower towels creating the base for each little yoga pyramid on my bed. And it doesn’t stop there.
I’ve got my favourite little one-litre sized water bottles all lined up in a row in the fridge (I just find one litre is the perfect amount for pre, during and post-class refreshment and it’s not too heavy to lug around with you – don’t you agree?). I have a perfectly prepped bag of toiletries – shampoo, conditioner, face cleanser, shower gel, body cream, serum, moisturiser, eye cream and deodorant – ready for a week of post-practice showers. Next to that is a make-up case with foundation, bronzer, lip gloss and mascara. Just the basics, you know? A yogi doesn’t need to trowel it on après-practice, after all. The natural glow is (almost) all you need!
I’ve got two yoga mats rolled up and placed at a perfect angle next to the front door – pink and orange. I usually choose one depending on my mood. Now that I think about it, I probably need to invest in a new mat as soon as possible since there’s a whole spectrum of emotions and moods not covered by those two colours alone. I hear there’s a company making environmentally friendly yoga mats made from tree rubber. Yes, definitely must look into that *gets out iPad and credit card simultaneously*.
I’ve also got some lovely mala beads and a beautiful gold necklace with an Ashtanga mantra embossed onto it that I love to wear after practice. I’ve got some cute ‘Peace, Love & Karma’ and ironic ‘Don’t sweat it’ tees to throw on after class. Oh and flip flops. Don’t forget my bright pink flip flops for the shower!
Sorry, I seem to have gotten distracted as I type… what was I talking about? Oh that’s right. My need for a new pair of yoga pants (‘and an environmentally friendly mat!’ chimes in my brain) in order to get the motivation to go to class every day this week. And you know, I can’t help but hear Sebastien’s voice in my head telling me that I don’t NEED any of this stuff to practice. These material things do not a yoga practice make! All I need is my body and my breath.
As I look around at all my little OCD piles, all of a sudden it is glaringly obvious. I’ve got all the gear… but no idea.
Yoga isn’t about the pattern on your pants. How quick your sweat dries on your towel. What your mat is made of. What necklace you’re wearing. How your hair is braided. What the scent of your shower gel is. What size water bottle you’re packing. Whether your car has an ‘I HEART HOT YOGA IBIZA’ sticker plastered on its bumper. It’s not even about how flexible you are.
Yoga is about turning up. About giving your best. About connecting with yourself. With your breath. About being a good person. About being aware. Conscious. About letting go of your ego. I know all this of course… I just so happen to have amassed a collection of crazy yoga pants in the process of learning. One more pair won’t hurt now… will it?