We humans resist change so much that even though we know it’s good for us, we drag our feet and throw tantrums. I did just that this week. Our little, loyal 6:30 a.m. yoga group got a new teacher, and I threw a hissy fit over it. Not in public, but there was a tempest brewing inside my brain and my heart.
There’s certainly cause for resistance. Our small group had bonded over the last year and a half with our stellar instructor, Naime (check out his yoga studio at digyoga.com). Though he and his wife Sue are international stars in the yoga world, they taught for a while at a small studio close to their (and our) home. We basked in personal attention. Simply put, we got spoiled.
Then the time came for Sue and Naime to open their new studio, and it meant our morning coffee klatch ‘n yoga experience came to an end. Intellectually, I knew that everything must change, that this new studio opportunity for my friends and teachers was not to be missed by them, and that we would learn to adapt.
Ah, yes, famous platitudes of an “enlightened” yogi. So in comes the new teacher. She’s different. At first, I told myself, “Be patient, you will adapt.” She’s actually a very good teacher, but she has the nerve to not be Naime. Imagine.
Then it hit this week. We were doing a final activity in class, and I couldn’t follow the instructions, and ended up getting steaming mad inside. Actually, I was a little pissy all day long. It took a while for me to realize I wasn’t mad at the teacher, I was grieving a loss.
I lost a connection that I prized when Naime went to his new studio. We had fun, joked, worked hard, pushed the envelope. And now we had to start at the beginning with the new teacher. So there I was, with all this great stuff I know about change, resisting it, getting mad, checking out.
My husband and I talked about staying true to our own practice, not blaming the new teacher for being someone she can’t be, and rolling with the punches. But there’s no denying the emotion behind change. It rises up when you least expect it, has no logical base, and must be dealt with in order to move on.
So dealing with it we are. We’ll start telling our new teacher more about what we want from the experience, and I have high hopes that we will build rapport with her and develop strength and power, both physical as well as mental.
Everything must change. We just have to remember that sometimes it takes our emotions a little longer to catch up than our cerebral cortex.
Oh, by the way, that is a picture of me doing a handstand in class. In time, with intention, all kinds of resistance, fears and challenges can be conquered!