by Evan Joblin
If there's anything I've learned over the past decade or two, it's to embrace the wisdom in King Solomon's famous quote-- "This too shall pass"-- and plan accordingly.
Whether I'm flying high or down in the dumps (or, bouncing around the space in between), the notion that my current state of mind and being isn't forever does a pretty good job of keeping me on an even keel.
Nevertheless, knowing this wisdom to be true and actually living it in day-to-day life are two different things. There's a certain art to "going with the flow," and an unanticipated disturbance in one's balance can break the flow and re-trigger some of those less-than-ideal behaviors that tend to pave the road down that dreaded descent into the dumps.
Why am I bringing this up right now? Especially after my last post, where I wrote about my newfound ability to remain calm and collected throughout an intense summer filled with potentially destabilizing challenges?
Because "this too shall pass"-- because summer (and summer employment) has come to an end. Because I am no longer working 12 - 14 hour days, in an all-inclusive living environment filled with supportive friends and co-workers. Because I no longer lead an early-morning, "short form" Ashtanga yoga practice on a dock overlooking a lake; because I no longer receive constant praise and encouragement from those people who truly appreciated what I had to offer this summer.
Yes, time marches on, and things change. Don't get too comfortable in the summer flow, because "this too shall pass."
Less than four weeks into my post-camp life, my mind is already starting to voice some old thoughts-- mostly in the form of self-doubt-- that were somehow content to lay dormant over the summer.
Unlike in previous occurrences, however, I have a much clearer picture of what triggered these thoughts: The inevitable change on the horizon.
Summer must come to an end, and with it, a certain routine which had become, well, routine with consistent practice. And though I'm experiencing a certain sense of loss, I have to ask myself-- is this change necessarily a bad thing?
The answer, of course, is "no." Summer must come to an end, and this is the Universe's way of saying: "You've achieved the task at hand. It's time to up your practice, my friend."
After all, I'm not one for maintaining an unchanging routine, ad infinitum.
This too shall pass-- the good, as well as the bad.
Which means, now is the perfect opportunity to embrace change and flow into a new routine; into another level of practice commensurate with the new level of awareness that I attained over the summer.
In short, the Universe is telling me that-- once again-- it's time to flow into the unknown.
Even though I have no idea what the future holds, I know one thing for sure: I can better prepare myself to flow in life by practicing my flow on my yoga mat each day.
When times are good: flow on your mat.
When times are bad: flow on your mat.
No matter what happens-- this, too, shall pass.
Might as well flow.