Yoga: The Hardest Bliss Part 3

Yoga: The Hardest Bliss Part 1 and Part 2

Upon reflection, I’ve realized that this story simply isn’t worthy of a whole post, but I painted myself into a corner by saying there’d be a Part 3. So feel free to hit the “Like” button, skip the post, and get on with your life. Unless you need a cure for insomnia–then by all means, read away!

Upon my fourth visit to Sattva,  I discovered that my yoga mat was missing. The change room is a fairly open space with a tasteful wooden cupboard stacked  in the corner. I searched but couldn’t find my mat. I checked and then checked again. I was perplexed and decided to ask at the reception desk for some assistance. And they were beyond helpful.

I did say that it’s entirely possible that I’m looking right at the mat but not seeing it (I am a man, after all), but this wasn’t the case. The staff looked in the women’s change room; they checked the men’s change room. Even a couple of other students were being helpful and suggesting where the mat may have disappeared.

By this time class was about to start so they lent me a mat and the staff said they’d keep an eye out. After class the woman at the reception desk said the mat hadn’t turned up, but if it didn’t they’d replace it. And then I felt bad because it wasn’t the studio’s fault, and if they were made responsible for every item in the change room they could end up eating a fair bit of profit. The staff assured me that this had never happened before. “This never happens” was the exact quote.

Happy ending: Later that afternoon the studio called to say that the mat had been found. It was in amongst the teachers’ mats. I thanked them for all their assistance and told them how much I appreciated that they called me.

I was pleasantly surprised with how calm and relaxed I was through this situation. It was a minor blip and I was able to react to it as such. I made no mountain from this mole hill, and that’s progress. It’s a tiny step but it is a step, an I’m looking forward to seeing where all these tiny steps lead.

If you’ve reached the end of this post and are still conscious, I congratulate you. ‘Cause this, my friends, was as dull as dogshit.

 

• Yoga: The Hardest Bliss Part 2
• Fun Shamers and Grief Shamers

Categories: Personal

Tags: Boring, emotional maturity, Insomnia, Sattva yoga, yoga matt

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