It wasn’t supposed to go down like this.
I never forget my music.
I have it in my purse at all times.
Except this week, when I switched purses.
Any yoga teacher knows that her playlist is everything.
And anyone who has ever taken yoga remembers the playlist.
They may not remember what was on that playlist but they remember how those songs made them feel.
So when I arrived at the studio on Tuesday without my music, I felt empty handed, to say the least.
I should mention that my music fail was preventable.
That “free” cell phone upgrade I took last month for $200.00 was to simplify the music end of things. I thought an iPhone would be “the answer” to my never leaving home without my music again. I mean, when was the last time you left your house without your cell phone?
I’m more likely to forget a child at home than to forget my phone!
Except one month into owning my first iPhone, I had still neglected to load my music on that thing.
I had an iTunes account. I had music on it!
All I had to do was plug that silly phone into the computer and download.
Downloading music was on my list of things to do, along with figuring out why all of the sudden, I had to restart my washing machine mid cycle, clean the fish tank, import my blog to Word Press, and mow my lawn (although when one day, I couldn’t find my youngest, who was playing out front, because the grass was taller than she was, I finally decided to give into that one and hire landscapers).
My failure to download left me in the compromising position of being at the mercy of the yoga studio House CD’s.
I sorted through the CD rack by the stereo to review my options.
There were three yoga CD’s, all which featured different sounds in nature.
I’m not a fan of teaching yoga to the sound of a forest stream or birds chirping. I like to teach to “real” music versus sounds in nature. I’m also not the biggest fan of “yoga music,” mind you – except for MC Yogi, who is kind of the like the Beastie Boys and Bob Marley and The Police, when they were a ska band, rolled into one, and who raps – yes! He raps, people! About Hanuman the monkey god and the Hindu deities and the chakra system. Yes, he’s that cool.
Except last night, while MC was lying, forgotten and alone on my messy desk in my office at home next to that really long, negleceted to-do list, I was thumbing through CD’s that featured the sound of rain falling for 48 consecutive minutes (yawn) and additional discs that were used for children’s dance classes, Disney, Folk music, Justin Bieber.
There are many reasons people go to yoga. For a good stretch through the hips and hamstrings, for stress relief, and for those ambitious types, to pursue to the path to enlightenment.
Most people I know don’t come to yoga to listen to Justin Bieber.
But given my choices, Bieber was the best playlist option I had.
And so we began.
We down dogged to “Boyfriend” and did sun salutes to “To All Around the World,” and balanced in Tree to “As Long as You Love Me.”
While I don’t think I’d intentionally bring the Beebs to class with me again and while he’d never replace that other Justin in my book, I certainly appreciated him more than the sound of wind or tress falling or whatever else the nature CD featured.
I left the studio Tuesday night with the young Beebs on my mind and the crazy ride he’s had these past 5 years.
Not to be judgmental or anything, but when you’re a 19 year old millionaire pop star and you get pissy when the neighbors in your gated community ask you to stop driving all over their lawn in your Ferrari, I tend to think that you could benefit from yoga. So, Beebs, if you ever happen to read this, take some motherly advice. Before you try to plow through another airport without going through security, or speed your car around a foreign country or cheat on another girlfriend, why not try exploring your inner nature and balancing out the fluctuations of the mind and harmonizing your mind, body, and spirit? You may actually like it.
At the least, Never Say Never.
What’s the one surprising thing you did this week?
What’s on your playlist that would surprise me?