Your limbs are dead animals. Your mind is a roaring concert, playing every possible excuse. First steps are hard. But let us remember that getting there is always more difficult than being there. So get there.
I recently had a friend ask how to get started doing yoga. This happens a lot, and I expected the usual barrage of questions to follow that initial inquiry:
It is best to take a class? Where and when? Am I even ready? What should I wear? Perhaps a home practice would be better? How will I know if I’m doing it right? What kind of mat? Is it going to hurt? I’m not flexible. I’ll never do that. Will I?
But he didn’t ask those questions. Not a one. He simply took my humble suggestions and let his feet melt into the mat.
“It was tougher than I thought,” he said of his first few 20-minute sessions.
It gets easier, I told him, as natural and necessary as breathing. Like anything worth doing, yoga is work. But when you connect to the practice, you’ll find you are able to connect with yourself as never before, body and soul. Maybe it takes months of consistent effort, sweaty mornings when your limbs are lead-heavy and a feeling of fragile uncertainty sits at the foot of your mat, an abusive internal heckler. But one day, something clicks into place. Your body falls into the flow, your buzzing brain takes a nap.
With momentum behind you, you become unstoppable.
I needed that reminder, because I have goals I quietly shelved. I have dreams I should pursue.
Dreams are feathered, I think, meant to help us fly. And first steps are hard, but aren’t regrets much harder?