Yoga is a reason. It’s a reason to get up in the morning and a reason to fuel my body in a healthy way. It’s a reason to continue my fight. It’s a reason to breathe.
Yoga is breath. It’s the inhale and the exhale that allows me to get through each day, through each trying situation. I can feel it with me when my alarm goes off in the morning, and when I’m standing in the shower. I can feel yoga on my morning commute and into the office. It’s in lungs and in my shoulders as I sit at my desk. I feel it in my back and my hamstrings after an 8+ hour day at my desk. I feel it in the back of my eyes, after staring at a computer screen all day.
I go to my mat because it is my reason for breathing.
My mat holds me. It allows me to release my breath that I’ve been holding all day. From the moment my alarm went off to the ninth hour of being at my desk, answering to the call of seasoned managers and directors who aren’t afraid to smother the fire of an eager student. Yoga breaths life back into my body where I have been physically clenching and where I have been mentally holding. Releasing into my shoulders, my jaw, my neck, my hamstrings. I am able to let go.
My mat catches my fears and releases them with my exhale. My lungs are able to fully expand for the first time all day; I am able to inhale to my fullest capacity and exhale to completeness. My yoga practice gives me hope that I’ll be able to find balance in the rest of my daily endeavors. My mat brings me closer to the ground, and fuels my body to continue its fight.
I practice yoga because it reminds me to breathe.