I will soon be on my way to a yoga class I found recently, even though it is located on a stretch of road I travel almost daily. The yoga studio opens late, or exactly on time for the class (which in my book, is late). The first few times I went, this bothered me greatly. Having run a business myself, and brought up to be punctual, I considered the behavior rude, inconsiderate, I could go on but suffice it to say it pushed a lot of (negative) buttons for me about the way this studio should be run. The problem was I really enjoyed the classes, which started and ended late. Ultimately, I made the choice to get there when the instructor did – so I wasn’t waiting for her outside, enjoy the class, and expect it to end half hour later than the brochures stated. I considered asking her why she did this but thought better of it. It could be cultural, she’s Japanese, or she might be attending to her daughter, or perhaps she’s coming from a yoga class herself. The list of reasons are endless, and somehow my upset subsided and the confront didn’t seem worth the effort. I may still ask her at some future point, but if I do, it will be out of curiosity more than aggravation.
I once thought I knew what perfect meant, and pursued it zealously. Now I’m pretty sure there is no perfect situation or person, situations and people are what they are, and they may work, or not work, for me. My focus returns to myself, and the decision of whom I spend time with and where, is mine to make. This is the grown up me talking – more empowered, more responsible, more difficult and more rewarding.
At the very least, I hope to enjoy a satisfying 90 minutes of yoga!