I practice yoga. Before I started, I didn't really understand why the term 'practice' was used...was it just new-agey? Was it to sound 'cool'? Why not just say 'I do yoga'? Then, thanks to Groupon, I went to a few classes after Graham was born, mainly to regain some sort of sanity in the throes of new motherhood. I'd done gymnastics and dance for years, surely this wouldn't be that hard. Surely.
Ha. Some poses that looked difficult turned out to relatively simple, and the simplest of poses left me all wobbly and unsure. And the amount of upper body strength required?! I was so sore. But what I loved, and what brought me back to yoga recently, was something that our teacher (an older gentleman, mind you) said every class, as he would inevitably fall out of some pose: "That's alright. It's yoga practice, not yoga perfect.'
Gosh. Doesn't that make you want to just breathe a big sigh and take savasana? I am such a perfectionistic personality, always striving toward completing a task, checking off a list, feeling like I was productive or accomplished something. It's part of what drives me. But life doesn't always like to line up with my plans. Kids, for one. I have small ones, boys, one we have nicknamed 'Destructor Jude', the other who is convinced couch cushions are only there to take off and jump on. Then other things, like illnesses, jobs, school, just LIFE happen, and my plans, well, rarely ever go exactly to plan.
But on Monday evenings (barring no one is sick and confined to staying in), I go to yoga. And I breathe. And I remember that this life, this everyday moving and being and living...that's the practice. I will never be perfect this side of Heaven, and I'm not meant to be. Life isn't meant to be. That's how God designed it. So I stretch, and I grow, and I breathe. And I get to enjoy this practice, even when I'm wobbly and unsure, because that's the whole point. It's practice, not perfect.
“If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.” - C.S. Lewis