Yeah, yoga is one of those things all the cool kids seem to be doing. And I wish I could say I was one of them, twisting and stretching my limbs in those curious yogi ways.
In real life, the closest I get to doing yoga is yoga pants and my dog, who does weird dog yoga when she wakes up in the morning. Oh, and I did try prenatal yoga while I was pregnant – and props to Shiva Rea, who makes being pregnant look easy and graceful – but my baby bump and I failed miserably.
Clearly, my mind and body just weren’t destined for yoga. And yet, unreasonably, I sometimes have a hard time accepting the fact that things like yoga aren’t for me. They’re not things I truly want; it’s just that a little part of me wants to be like the cool kids and wonders what my life would be like had I gone down a different road.
For example, wine and cheese nights out in the city with a group of girlfriends. Sounds awesome. Except, when I do occasionally [read: weekly] break my “I don’t drink” rule, I’d rather share a giant bottle of pinot with one of my best girlfriends, sharing tales of mamahood, while our babies sleep in the background. And while the city entices me sometimes, I also love living on the edge of the suburbs, surrounded by cornfields and forest preserves. And besides, my local grocery store has the biggest cheese section you’ve ever seen.
Another example: traveling abroad. And that includes meeting new people, learning new languages, enjoying local cuisine, and exploring secret places that aren’t filled with loud tourists. Sure, I’ve had my small share of traveling outside my homes in England and America; like France, the Canary Islands, Vietnam, and – right now as we speak – Mexico. But really, I like the comfort of an English-speaking tour guide. And I don’t mind some touristy spots. And I enjoy the companionship of my husband. And now I
have to get to think about where is child-friendly, because I want the baby to know the world, too.
Final example: quitting my day job and working for myself. Being a creative entrepreneur appears fun and incredibly rewarding, and it seems like so many people have gone down this road. But realistically, it’s incredibly hard work, and it’s just not my focus right now. Instead, I quite like the view from my office on the 22nd floor, my bosses are the best I could ask for, and, while I was never really made for the corporate business world, I am working on some exciting stuff where I do get to be creative. And the stable monthly paycheck, health insurance, and gym membership are nice perks, too.
Yoga, city nights with the girls, traveling the world, and entrepreneurship are a small handful of things I sometimes feel myself regretting I don’t do. But when I analyze these feelings and look at what I have done and am doing now, I know these things aren’t really me. And I don’t believe for an instant that I’d be happy if I ever tried to make those things a part of my life.
It doesn’t mean I don’t find other ways – more “me” ways – to rejuvenate and breathe. Or that I don’t have tipsy nights with my closest girlfriends. Or that I don’t fulfill my sense of adventure and curiosity elsewhere.
And so when I have those moments where I longingly look at all the “cool” kids, I have to remember to take a step back, assess what it is I really want in life, and be thankful for everything I already have.