I am a yoga lover.
I can confidently say that yoga saved my life. That yoga changed my life for the better.
I can seriously relate every part of the life I love to yoga. I thank yoga for every little thing that has made me a better person.
Yoga is my life.
I could spend every day doing yoga, talking about yoga, reading about yoga and thinking about yoga. I love it!
But then comes the challenge: actually making time for yoga in my life!
How can I owe my whole life to the magic of yoga and still leave it out when I prioritize my day?
I dream of yoga. I dream of days where I can do yoga for three hours straight. In a perfect world I would take about an hour in the morning for pranayama, meditation and light asana practice. In the afternoon I would then take a few hours for intensive yoga practice, increasing my strength and flexibility. And then right before I go to bed I would do about ten or twenty minutes of restorative yoga to prepare me for a wonderful sleep, that would give me the energy to wake up early the day after and repeat the same sequence all over again.
How come that the reality is so far away from this dream? How come its so far from what I know in my heart to be what I want and need in my life? How come I struggle to change this, even though I know that my day and life is ultimately better when I give myself time for yoga?
You see, I have all the excuses ready. There is too much work to be done, I fill my days with work and school. Essentially, I fill my days with things for other people, instead of what I truly need. And though it has many pros that my work is mostly freelance (which means I can work wherever and whenever I want) it also means that actually finishing work and “going home” can easily be forgotten. The work is always there.
Last week I started reading Mel Robbins book The Five Second Rule. Right away I could feel that this book would change my life. I finished it in a week and started the first chapter over again right away.
According to Mel, the rule is that “If you have an impulse to act on a goal, you must physically move within 5 seconds or your brain will kill the idea.”
I know, stupid simple. So, when you feel like you need to do something (like yoga!) you start counting out loud: Five, four, three, two, one – and then actually stand up, roll out your mat and start. That is, before you can fill your mind with all your usual excuses!
For me, I will almost only do yoga if I start my day off with it, before all my other tasks get in the way. So that is what I start with.
Last Monday, I set my alarm earlier than usual. When it rang and I could feel my body and mind protesting, I counted out loud and by the time I hit one, I was standing there all silly in my bedroom.
Standing there and not wanting to be awake. And definitely not wanting to do yoga.
But I was already up, so I did what I had promised myself. I went to my already rolled out mat (I swear, it increases my change of doing yoga by 80% if I roll my mat out the night before) and started my yoga session. I was cold and tired and I stubbornly did yoga wrapped in a warm blanket. By the end of the session, of course I felt freaking amazing (which the tired and grumpy me didn’t really want to admit…) and went on to meditate. And as expected, I went out to have the best Monday ever!
I know, it sucks. To have yoga prove your excuses wrong like every single time. To always be wrong when you say “I don’t feel like it”.
Well, Mel Robbins says that you will actually never feel like it! She says that motivation is never there when you need it the most, and I could not have put it better myself.
On the days I truly need yoga, the last thing I want to do is yoga.
And then I have only one thing to do: start counting!
And the weirdest part is that this simple thing truly works. And I will keep counting.
Slowly, I will retrieve my yoga practice. Gradually, I will be doing yoga every single day. Especially on the days I definitely do not feel like it.
And I will feel amazing. I will be doing what I knew I needed all along.
And the grumpy tired me will be standing there in my bedroom.
All pissed that I prove her wrong every single time.
Every single day. For as long as I live.
Try out the five second rule and let us know how it goes!