I'm an all-or-nothing sort of person, and I can’t stand to be bad at things, which is to say that I set goals with the intention of achieving them, and I don’t set goals I can’t eventually achieve. So, when I started going to yoga regularly, I went with the intention of becoming the person with the prettiest standing bow pose in the room.
The problem, as I realized very early on, was that I am terrible at yoga. I quickly became frustrated with my body — which is very non-Zen. It wouldn’t bend the way I wanted it to. No matter how hard my brain tried to force it, I couldn’t hold the poses. And my standing bow was downright ugly.
This was a roadblock that I simply couldn’t accept. I was not going to spend the foreseeable future struggling with the very basic version of each pose while everyone else was two or three steps ahead of me.
My First Mistake: Yoga Baptism By Fire
I was simply going to try harder, challenge myself more, and push myself to be better. So, I signed up for the longest, hottest class — 90 minutes in 110 degree heat. Yoga baptism by fire.
Within 20 minutes of that class, I’d realized my mistake. Trying harder only exacerbated how unprepared my body truly was. When the instructor asked the class to sit deeper, I tried to sit the deepest, and I fell over. When the teacher told us we could do an optional push-up, I forced my arms to bend, but instead of lifting back up, they gave out.
As I lay there, panting and aching, I decided to cancel my membership. Clearly I was never going to be good at yoga — so I’d just have to quit. Having made that call, I instantly felt better. All I had to do was get through the rest of this class.
From that moment on, if the instructor said there were three modifications, I chose the one designated for beginners. When a pose felt too difficult, instead of struggling through it, I sat on my mat to catch my breath. When the instructor demonstrated something that looked impossible, I rested in child's pose. I was, by far, the most novice yogi in the room, but, I was too tired and too hot to worry about how I didn’t measure up.
After being in the heat for over an hour, the thin cotton of my clothing felt suffocating and oppressive. I had reached such a level of indifference that I pulled my shirt over my head and stood there, in my sports bra, in front of 30 people. I am a woman that takes great pains to hide her stomach at all costs, and there I was showing it for all to see and not caring one bit. That’s when I realized I had reached nirvana.
I was struggling so much that all I could focus on was the truly important stuff, like breathing. And, being perfect simply wasn’t on that list. I walked out of that class feeling free for the first time in months. There was no tension in my back, no weight in my shoulders, and no self-deprecating thoughts in my head. I had finally learned to let go.
Instead of canceling my membership, I woke up the next day and went to class. When the instructor gave three options, again, I picked the beginner modifications. I skipped the optional challenges. I scaled back. Being perfect at yoga, even being good at yoga, was simply not a goal of mine anymore. Instead, I started focusing on how my body felt, on what it was telling me. And, once I listened to it, I could begin giving myself what I needed.
I’ve been going to hot yoga for over a year now and every time I walk into the room, I remind myself that I’m not there to be good at something. I’m there to be good to myself. I do what I can comfortably do, no more, no less. This way, I find that when I leave, I am lighter than when I walked in.
Being Bad Never Felt So Good
I’d love to say that by learning to forgive myself for being bad at yoga, my practice has improved, and my standing bow pose is graceful. But, that’s simply not true — I’m still a work-in-progress. The other day, I fell over in warrior II, a pose I’ve been doing on an almost daily basis for close to a year now—I just toppled right over like a toddler. Yet, it didn’t even occur to me to be embarrassed or upset about it. I just got back up and tried again.
I might always be bad at the poses — but for the first time in my life, I feel comfortable in my own body. And, I feel more comfortable with my flaws in all areas of life.
The other day I heard an instructor say, “You know your yoga is improving not when your poses get better, but when your life gets better.” So, if we’re judging by that metric, I’m happy to say I’ve achieved my goal.
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This post was authored by Taylor Jenkins Reid.
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