So we woke up this morning to the new beginning of a brand new month. A new start. Another beginning.
Starting anything new feels exciting, whether it’s a new job or living in a new city – or something truly life changing – like opening brand new, crisp white bed sheets for the first time! Oh yeah.
The thing is with new beginnings is that our silly brains can load them up with so much expectation that as soon as we start to get familiar with our new reality, the awesome newness begins to fade and soon enough we’re searching for the next big thrill.
I catch myself doing exactly this on the daily – whether it’s a new month or not. As proud owner of the title of ‘most annoying morning person of all time’ I’m usually out of bed and bursting with energy at the crack of dawn – trying to do ten thousand things before it’s even reached midday.
This works out great sometimes – and I relish the opportunity to let all of my inner smuggness do a little victory dance at how much I’ve achieved in record time. But more often than not, the massive expectations I set myself for the teeny timeframe of one morning are barely even nudged. Sometimes you can get stumped at the first hurdle of your day and before you know it you’ve spent 2 hours just trying to crack the first task on your to-do list.
Breathing doesn’t need a brand new beginning or a triumphant end… our breath is just always there, plugging away, getting the shit done that we need it to do so that we can do important things, like survive.
This is where I’m reminded of why I teach breathing first and foremost in every single yoga practice. Because that is where the real ‘reset’ button is when things start to crumble around the edges. When the excitement of a fresh start is fading and we’re beginning to feel a little annoyed that buying brand new white bed sheets actually require washing approximately every 3 hours and 27 minutes for them to ever stay as pristine and perfect as we’d imagined. Breathing doesn’t need a brand new beginning or a triumphant end… our breath is just always there, plugging away, getting the shit done that we need it to do so that we can do important things, like survive.
If breath needed a new day, a new month or some big exciting change to function then we’d all be looking at much bigger life problemz than to-do lists and buying new bed sheets.
How about instead, we just see today as the day after yesterday. And let tomorrow be the day before the next.
Of course we should feel invigorated by the possibility of new adventures and journeys, but clinging on to imaginations of future perfection in our minds kind of holds us back from appreciating where we are right NOW. As the sum of everything up until this point. A big beautiful, messy, work in progress. Not something that needs re-inventing or erasing and starting again. A masterpiece of perfect failures, triumphant successes and everything in between. Breathe now and then use each and every breath as another exciting fresh start. Fresh energy. Fresh awareness. Fresh excitement for the possibility of each and every moment along this sometimes mundane, sometimes insane but always perfectly imperfect journey.
Have a crazy beautiful March!