Monday, September 2, 2019

Practice, Part One

I wrote a while back about how online dating got me into meditation.  While I only went on one date with the yoga-loving woman mentioned in the post, we have established a fairly close friendship over the past year, and after listening to her talk about her love of yoga, I decided it was something I should also do.

I had done yoga before, but only in a once- or twice-a-week, go-months-without-practicing kind of way.  Thanks in part to my friend's inspiration, as well as another friend directing me to a fabulous studio, I have now become someone with a regular practice.  I look forward to classes more than almost anything else I do, and I am sad that I don't yet have the stamina to go to a class every day - although I set a personal record of 19 classes in August, so I'm getting there.

In all my posts so far about burnout, I haven't yet written much about the role that yoga played, but ironically, I think it was a big part of why I burnt out when I did.  Before I started doing yoga, I was living with blinders on, getting through each day by focusing on the work and ignoring how miserable it was making me.  In yoga, I spend an hour or more each class inside my own head, and it's really hard to ignore how you're feeling when it's just you and your thoughts*.  Being present with my own emotions forced me to acknowledge them and, eventually, to do something about them.

Yoga also, in a very tangible and physical way, forced me to confront the fact that I am limited.  Doctors aren't supposed to be - we're taught from the beginning of medical school that we should be able to do any amount of work under any conditions without ever making a mistake.  And while I knew intellectually that this was utter nonsense, on an emotional level, this concept of what a physician should be was harder to let go of.  In yoga, my limitations are right there and are impossible to ignore.  If I go to a hard class one day, my muscles will be sore the next day and I won't be able to do the same poses.  I am limited and imperfect.  And I need rest.

Now, on what is hopefully the other side of burnout, yoga is a big part of how I'm rebuilding.  It's exercise and stress relief and a place that always feels safe.  On harder days at work, I take comfort in knowing that I can end my day on my mat, with a bit of calm and a bit of peace.  It's my happy place, and I'm incredibly grateful to have found it.

Namaste.

*and an instructor made of nothing but bone and muscle who can bend their body in super-human ways

7 comments:

  1. Amazing that you have been doing this, 19 days in a month is incredible! As a long time reader I know it's been a goal of yours for some time to get into a regular exercise routine, so I'm extra glad you found a good one, with the bonus of mental wellness benefits as well.
    Hope it continues to help with the rebuilding!

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    1. Thanks! Yeah....who knew the key was to find something I actually like?

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    2. Ha, so true! Also now I'm so curious for Part Two!

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