Tonight I went to my first yoga class since 2006.
I’ve done yoga on and off ever since I was at uni. Most recently I did pregnancy yoga classes, but that was more than five years ago.
I’d been thinking about starting again for a while. What originally got me thinking was Judith Lucy’s Spiritual Journey
, which was on tv earlier in the year. In the show, Judith talked about how practising yoga had changed her life, and it reminded me of how I too had got a lot from it when I’d done it – yet somehow still managed to keep dropping out.
Recently I was speaking to someone about the need for me to take some time to do something just for me, and also for me to find ways to relax so that I can deal with particular things that have been happening in my life.
It occurred to me that yoga might fulfil both of these needs. But I didn’t know how I was going to do it, since most of the classes around seemed to be too far away and at inconvenient times.
Then Slabs mentioned he’d seen a poster advertising local yoga classes, so I contacted the teacher and, lo and behold, the next term’s classes were about to start – in the evening – so I signed up.
It seemed like everything had fallen into place. I love it when that happens!
I’ve started getting up a bit earlier (on some days) to practise a few poses on my own, and tonight was my first time at the official class.
I think it will be really good for me.