Note: This is the first entry of a new habit that will hopefully be as enduring as my yoga habit — writing for at least 15 minutes each day. This was inspired by an awesome, alcohol induced twitter thread by Sahil Bloom.
So, let’s get started with what I learned by doing yoga for almost 2,000 consecutive days
I learned to be patient.
There were sooo many days where I just wanted to get started with work, answer some emails, finish some tasks, etc. My practice made me slow down and tell myself every day — “those things can wait, they aren’t as urgent as caring for my mind, body, and soul”.
I learned to love my body from the inside
Folding into myself, exploring the pain of a stretch, finding my range of motion, reaching new levels of strength. Exploring my limits, finding what felt good, and breathing through what didn’t helped me fall deeply in love with my body and how it felt, not how it looked.
I learned to love my overactive mind
My mind is fucking nuts. It’s always popping off thoughts, usually about 2–3 different subjects at the same time with a song playing in the background. At first, I’d try to shut my mind off during my practice, to focus my full attention on my body and how it felt — and this was helpful for developing mental discipline. But I’ve come to realize that the background thoughts about how I’m going to text a girl that I like and revolutionize impact investing and entrepreneurship are a part of the practice, not a distraction from it. I can’t ever expect my thoughts to vanish. Now I allow thoughts to flow through my mind as I flow through the yoga postures.
I learned to appreciate delayed gratification
At least half of the days, I didn’t feel like doing yoga. I felt like laying in bed, getting started with work, or just dancing. But I kept coming back to the fact that I’ll always feel better after doing the hard thing. Lo and behold, I always felt better after doing yoga, and usually felt the best after moving past the initial resistance to surrender to the practice.