Whilst at Art Basel it only seemed appropriate to do a yoga class. Well, this wasn’t just any yoga class, it was YogArt inside the Wynwood Walls. Chanting, cold-pressed juice, DJ Drez, The Mayapuris, every single influential yoga teacher in Miami, bellinis and sake shots, dancing and sweating, and yes, a few sun salutations. Was it worth waking up at 8am on the Sunday morning after a wicked weekend of yachting and champagne? Just the thought of having missed it makes me feel sad.
That’s the thing with yoga. You only really feel happy to be there when your head hits the mat. The rest of the time it’s a mind game. Shutting out the world, remembering to breathe, trying not to say the word motherfucker when you fall out of bow pose 10 seconds in. Holding triangle. Not collapsing in Chaturanga. Looking at the wildly more flexible person beside you and hating yourself. God forbid someone throws in an unsolicited handstand when everyone else is in pigeon. I never understood that, like, are we supposed to clap?
But for all the reasons I find yoga frustrating, there are about a hundred thousand reasons I absolutely need yoga in my life. The older I get, the more I feel this need for yoga – mentally, physically, spiritually. Yoga saved me a few years ago. Yoga found me when I was only 12 years old at choir camp (Hi, my name is Justine, I was the biggest fucking nerd loser ever). Anyway, the first time I came out of Savasana I’ll never forget the sensation. I felt enlightened. I’ve been practising yoga ever since.
The older I get, the more the outside world doesn’t interest me – the more the spiritual world that yoga opens us up to draws me in. If I could practise yoga every day I think I would be the happiest person in the whole world. The other day I was writing down some 5 year goals (Yup, still a fucking nerd loser) and one of those goals was to practise yoga every single day of my life. Is that realistic?
Another goal: LEARN TO DO A HANDSTAND. Jeez, a headstand, even. Being upside down is out of my comfort zone and you know, I can downward dog and send my head to my toes, open my hips like a boss but in my heart of hearts I know I won’t ever feel like a true yogi until I can pop a squat in the sky while all you other peeps are in standing separate leg pose. It’s like my ultimate pose expression, OK.
Here’s a confession. Learning to do a handstand was one of my goals for 2015. Guess what, I didn’t do it. I got busy. Now it’s December and I’m still upright. So, I’m writing it down here so I can at least be accountable to you guys. I even got some new workout gear at Lululemon to get me jazzed about achieving my goal and I’ve started a Pinterest board dedicated to tips on how to master the handstand. It’s called: Never Gonna Get It. (Maybe it was an omen that song came on while I was touring the new Lululemon store in South Beach – true story).
Negativity aside, I think I can do this. No, I can do this. It’s going to be a long journey and I might break a nail, or worse my neck, in the process but if my second goal is to become a yoga teacher (I dunno, it’s just this calling I’ve been having lately) then I had better master all the poses. And last but not least, to propel my personal yoga journey to a level I never thought possible.
Anyone else here want to learn how to do a handstand and is there anyone here who can teach us?
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