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A Reason to Go, Not Stop

July 20, 2016

Dancing Feet

So I was crying during yoga again today. I wrote in one of the posts on our class’s group page that the teenage-version of Crystal is popping out this week, and she has some major issues. She is the aspiring actress in me who never got a part. The soprano with a beautiful voice, but terrible pitch who choked at every audition. The lady who could sort of dance. The girl with the pretty face, but…

She is scared to death, but still wants to show off how amazing she is to everyone. She has all of these talents that are obscured by fear, and resents everyone who can’t see past the fear. Hell, she resents everyone who can perform past (or without) their own fears. She vacillates between wounded and victimized, and deep self-hatred and personal criticism.

And she also always used her body as an excuse for why she didn’t get picked. She was too fat for the part. The directors wanted a different look – even though she wasn’t really fat back in high school. And that excuse actually deepened her body dismorphia. It made her hate her body.

I thought I had grown out of her, but she is back and she is playing the whiny victim in my head.

She showed up, because Monday night I auditioned for a play. I also got a call back. That means I am going to have to dance for the directors. So, last night I went back and I learned the dance. Sort of. Mostly. Okay, I understand the dance. I have it in my head, but I didn’t physically get all the way through it.

And I’m mad. I’m mad because the choreography is REALLY hard and REALLY fast, and because when I walked in at the beginning I thought, “I’m a pretty good dancer for an amateur.” Which is what I thought I would be judged on: my amateur status. I mean it’s community theatre, it’s not professional. No one is going to pay me. I didn’t join the union. (Hum…sounding like a snarky teenager already.)

But the dance is insane. And stupid. And they keep changing which direction you move and what foot you start on for each sequence.

“Well, we have to keep the audience guessing,” said the sweet (evil) girl who was teaching me the steps.

“Of course, Rapid City audiences are so discerning that they will totally be rolling their eyes at us for the amateurs we are if we always start on our right foot,” I said with an eye roll to myself.

Every time I stopped I was thinking, “This is stupid,” or, “These counts don’t make sense,” or, “this choreography doesn’t match the music.” I was really thinking, “I’m stupid,” or, “I can’t figure this out,” or, “my body can’t do this!”

Stupid body.

Okay teenage, Crystal. Stop it. You can do this, you are strong. I will take care of you.”

I thought I had silenced her. But I still didn’t get through it all, and my music is way too low for me, and man this going to be a huge time commitment even if I do make it…

This morning when I woke up, I was SORE. I used what must have been previously un-moved parts of my butt-cheeks like a million times on a sort of tip-toed, cha-cha step that’s in the beginning of the sequence. And I had a headache. (Probably from the ice cream I gave myself as a reward for dancing for two hours straight.)

It was the first time that I considered skipping yoga class. I had reasonable excuses: “I don’t want to hurt myself. I don’t want to push myself too far. I want to be able to dance tonight at auditions. I have a migraine and I need to sleep it off.”

(Stupid body – wait, where did that come from?)

But I committed to this, so I went anyway. I talked myself into it: I usually feel better after yoga. I can just sit on the mat if I need to. I can take the poses easy.

I went. I did it. I did all the poses. I didn’t even really take them easy. But I had a fight in my head the whole morning. Part of it was useful – don’t hurt yourself, Crystal. Part of it was just the negative crap that I had let myself think last night. I started feeling the “I can’t” again, because I couldn’t last night.

I still couldn’t do it; not by the end of the night. Maybe not in time for auditions tonight. Tonight, when they will judge whether I can dance well enough to be in the play.

(Stupid body – there it is again.)

Part of me honestly hopes that they do decide that. That they see where I am and decide it’s not enough. Because, then I won’t have to feel like this again at all the rehearsals – and maybe the performances.

So, teenage Crystal is sort of winning. Which means we are both losing. I thought I had let all of this go, but it’s back. I guess it’s time to let go again. (And again, and again, and again…) I am a better singer and a better dancer than I was in high school. I know I am. I don’t know if I am a better actress, but I was always a pretty terrific actress. So I got that going for me. Now I just have to calm the teen me down enough that I can do my best and then let it go.

I can accept whatever happens. I know I can. But it was a real slap in the face that I had such a hard time with the dance. I have made my body an excuse so many times before. I would hate for it to be the reason that I didn’t get something. I have let go of so much weight and I have gotten so strong. Today, after yoga, I thought, “I want my body to be a reason to go, not a reason to stop.”

And I made it a reason to stop so many times. The reason not to go swimming. The reason not to buy certain clothes. The reason not to go up that hill. The reason not to flirt with that guy.

But, I want my body to be the reason that I do go swimming, shopping, hiking, dancing…

What are Your Goals?

July 19, 2016

YogaWhat are your goals?

Karen asked us the first day. She wanted us to write them down. I also filled out something that asked about three things we wanted, because it was kind of my first time at SOL. At first I wrote: strength, flexibility, release of weight. But then I realized that was all one thing really, and that it wasn’t really THE thing.

Why are you here?

I talked to Arik briefly after class today and told him a little bit about why I chose yoga. I do want the physical benefits of the practice, but really I need to more deeply integrate the mental, spiritual and emotional parts of myself with the physical parts. My physical parts have been sick for a lot of my life. Mostly, I have been very overweight. Right on the edge of that big scary clinical term: obese. That’s the biggest symptom I have dealt with. The biggest sickness I have had. It caused other problems. High blood pressure. Problems sleeping. Severe ADHD. Bad allergies.

I know the sicknesses are just symptoms of problems with my mental, spiritual and emotional self that I haven’t been able to see, or deal with or even tap into. And I really ignored my physical self for a long time. For so long that it was SCREAMING at me before I paid attention.

Why Yoga?

I knew this was the case for a long time. Way before I was able to do anything about it. I even knew what a lot of the problems were. But it was like each cause was like a ball of yarn, and each ball had been rolling around together for a really long time in a big container. They had rolled into and over one another so many times that they had turned into one huge ball. It was all knotted together and every time I tried to loosen one of the colors it tightened all of the strings around it. Even if I found the end of the yarn, I could only unravel it so far before all the other stuff was in the way.

I wanted to take care of myself and I knew what it was related to, but I couldn’t quite get started. Someone I trusted suggested yoga because it wasn’t just a spiritual thing and it was’t just a physical thing. (It turned out that it was definitely and emotional thing for me too. If you want to you can read the blog I wrote right after my first yoga class: Unexpected Tears…and Pot Roast.)

What brings you to the mat?

So I have done yoga on and off since that first crying time. (By on and off I mean mostly off. Like the odd class here and there.) I’m here this time to let go. I have let a lot go through other practices. I have even managed to release over 40 pounds. But this is the first time that I have done yoga as a real practice. Like every day. Or even multiple times a week. It has been profound. Yes, I came to let go of weight. I was starting to pick it all up again. But I want more.

I want to be a part of the flow. (I have some profound ideas about the Flow as well, by the way.) I want my body and the rest of me to be touching, talking, working together all the time. And I want to be connected to the things outside of myself as well.

It’s starting to work. One of my symptoms has abated. As of this morning, I am under 160 pounds. My weight is not going back up any more; it’s coming down. I’m letting go. I’m paying attention.

What do you do with it once you get there?

I love being in this with all the people in class. I really do want to know what is going on with all of you.  Please share. Here or on Facebook. What’s your story? Is like mine? Totally different? We’re all in this together whether we want to admit it or not. My story is your story. Your story belongs to everyone.

So,What are your goals? Why are you here? Why Yoga? What brings you to the mat? What do you do once you get there?

Flying Lotus, Bitches!

July 15, 2016

IMG_1961Look what I did today! Yes, my entire butt is off the floor, and my knees. I am holding myself up with JUST MY HANDS!

Life Milestone Complete!

So, here’s the whole story if you want it (warning, it is kind of a long story): The first day (Monday) I saw Yorleny do this and I thought, “How is she doing that?” I also thought a lot of the things that I frequently think when I see a challenge: I can’t do that; It’s going to take forever; I’ll have to work WAY to hard for that. And on, and on.

I had lots of similar thoughts while trying the pose each day. I had almost convinced myself that my arms were too short.

But, I had asked the important question: HOW. And my brain was working on the answer. As I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep on Tuesday and Wednesday, I found myself thinking about yoga class and the coming morning. I kept coming back to this pose and having sort of a fight with myself about it.

“That pose is CRAZY.”

“But it’s possible, ‘Leny did it.”

“She’s like a skinny little yoga master. Do you really think you can do what she does?”

“I’m strong I can do this.”

“Strong and…chubby. You will have to lose a lot of weight before you can do what that little lady does. And you’ll have to practice for years, not weeks.”

“Well, I can practice and get closer — improve anyway.”

“I guess.”

Those silly voices. Once it subsided on Wednesday night, I imagined myself in the pose for a while, and I realized that I was flexing my stomach muscles as I was laying in bed.

So, yesterday (Thursday) I focused a little more on my stomach during my whole practice. I got part of myself off the ground.

Today, I looked across at Erin and her friend Jamie, and they had both put their legs into a full lotus. I had just been doing a half lotus, because I knew I could do a half lotus.

So, I tried a full lotus. I thought I could at least get myself off the ground, even if my knees were on the ground.

It took me a while to get my hands in a good spot (I have long fingernails, short arms and weak wrists). I did I bit of a push with my arms and then I thought, flex your stomach. TRY!

And I did it. Everyone else was getting down by the time I was up, but I didn’t want to get out of the pose! It was actually way easier than I had feared! I made eye contact briefly with Alicia (our instructor today), and just started to cry when she smiled at me!

NAMASTE, BABY!

I am strong.
I am healthy.
I am beautiful.
I can do more, if I let myself imagine more!

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