Yesterday morning I woke up with a bad headache. It had lingered over, since I had gone to bed with a bad headache the night before. (I get headaches 3-5 times per week). Dino brought me a glass of water and some Excedrin and asked/demanded that I stay in bed for an extra hour letting it work. Fifteen minutes later, I was up, dressed, bed made and back to work—despite the throbbing in my skull.
I bring this up because I just read an article in my Yoga Journal titled “The Busyness Plan” about the effects of internal busyness vs. external busyiness. External busyness is easy to describe—it’s the feeling of having way too much to do, and not enough time to do it in. The feeling usually subsides when you’ve accomplished everything on your to-do list. Internal busyness is when, even if you have absolutely nothing to do—no one to meet, no calls to return, no lunch to pack etc.—you still can’t bring yourself to relax.
I know more than one of you reading this are managed by internal busyness. We (half) jokingly refer to my mom as a shark—because when sharks don’t have water moving over their gills, they die. So they’re constantly swimming. It appears, this shark syndrome is creeping into my own life. Hmm—could this be the reason that I have headaches 3-5 days a week?
You know the feeling—a constant sense of overwhelming dread surrounds you. You’re running on caffeine day to night and still don’t feel like you’re getting anything done. Maybe you stay up super late and than have restless sleep when you do get a few winks? And I’m willing to bet that you’ve never stepped foot into a yoga studio.
*Here, I think, is a good place to note that even as I write this post I’m not passing judgement—in fact, I’m looking in the mirror and trying to remind myself to practice what I preach.
When I visited that new yoga studio that I mentioned a few days ago I saw a friend who is an employee of the Inn. She non-chalantly told me that all the employees get two free yoga classes per month! But, she also said she would never go in there—she’s not into all that “new age-y voodoo”.
So here’s the thing—yoga is not new age at all, in fact it’s ancient. And it’s not voodoo either. You don’t have to stand on your head, chant like a monk, twist like a pretzel or eat nothing but lettuce to do yoga. You don’t even have to go to a yoga studio. All you have to do—is breathe.
Next time you’re wrapped up in your head thinking that everything you do is more important than anything you’re not doing, just take a mindful breath. And then take another one. After all, what are you really achieving when you hurry through each moment of life?
*Photo credited to me.