Yoga and PDR (Personal Defense Readiness) are two of the most important things I do in my life today. They challenge me physically, mentally and emotionally to push through difficult moments, learn new things and stretch myself, literally and figuratively.
While both are wonderful supplements to my life, neither are strictly necessary, like how making a living is necessary. There's always this little voice in the back of my head that asks me why I bother. Why I bother contorting my body into awkward and painful positions. Why I bother learning how to defend myself when I don't live in a dangerous environment.
To be honest, there are times when I really don't feel like going to class, especially at the end of a long day of work, when curling up in bed watching a movie feels so much more inviting than yet another evening of hard work.
I chalk that little voice up to the insidious Resistance, whose very purpose in life is to stop me from becoming my best self.
I don't always win against the voice of Resistance, and every time I lose, Resistance rewards me with a lump of delight and a jug of regret. But when I win – and the more I simply show up to class every week no matter how tired or unenthusiastic I feel, the easier it becomes to win – the joy of having learned something new, to have stretched myself and made myself stronger, to have become better today than I was yesterday, eclipses any empty high that Resistance can offer.
But I know better than to become complacent. Tomorrow, I shall have to face my Resistance again.