Yoga on the Go

I always imagine that my yoga practice is gonna look like every Instagram yoga account one day: perfectly coordinated yoga outfit, a brand new mat, a light-filled room with plenty of greenery, and all the handstands and funky arm-balances you could want. I’ll flow effortlessly through an hour or two of advanced poses, then settle down for a twenty minute meditation practice, followed by a superfood smoothie to round out the practice.

Honestly, it’s probably not gonna happen. And that’s totally okay.

But I am committed to practicing yoga every day, for a few reasons: it’s good for me, I like the way I feel after I practice yoga, it’s a good way to mix a physical workout with a moving meditation, and it keeps me strong and flexible, even when I’m on the road for long periods of time.

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Plus, it makes me a little less likely to lose my shit when I wake up to a bottle of honey that got knocked over sideways and is spilling out through the cabinet door and dripping all over the countertop, or when the coffeepot explodes (which it does randomly and for no real reason), or when the big dog decides to distress a brand new Foo Fighters t-shirt because she got left alone for five seconds, or the little dog needs minor dental surgery for something that is entirely not my fault but somehow I feel like it is, and if I’d caught it somehow, it wouldn’t have happened.

Newsflash, Luc: it probably would’ve, and it’s not your fault. Let it go. That baby is one spoiled little fella.

But that’s a different story entirely (and thankfully it’s super minor and he’ll be totally fine), so let’s get back to it. First, though, a quick update that’s completely irrelevant: I’m getting to cover a live release for one of my favorite bands of all time and I’m currently listening to the unreleased tracks while watching Ryan Adams (not the artist I’m writing about, by the way) clap back at Mandy Moore on Twitter and I’m freaking out. I. Love. My. Job. Every bit of it.

But a lot of my job is kinda stressful. Not saying that it’s the most high pressure job on the planet - there are no lives in my hands, I’m not making decisions that are going to change the world or ruin someone’s life - but it does require being “on” a lot of the time, and putting out energy into the world through song and on stage. I’m in a band, I’m part of a brand, then I’m another brand as a writer and blogger, and I’m a person who really likes watching HGTV and eating cookies and disco dancing, all at the same time. My life can sometimes feel like a marketing plan or a business meeting that never really ends, and as much as I love it, that’s why I go to yoga: I don’t turn off, but I can go on power-saver mode, and drop the pin.

Like I said, my yoga practice isn’t picture perfect or super spiritual. I know I should meditate more. I know I should focus my thoughts and my breath and not get impatient when I’ve got a long ToDo list and I feel like the video isn’t moving quickly enough. I should always, always, always do savasana, but I’ll be honest: I don’t. Sometimes I shut off the video, take five deep breaths while repeating, “Peace, joy, and love surround me every day,” and go warm up brisket in the hotel room microwave for breakfast before loading out of the hotel and hitting the road for the next town. (#brisketforbreakfast, anybody?)

I always joke with my band that we’re going to start a group yoga and meditation practice, but until I get that going, I’ll stick with what I’ve committed to myself: 15 minutes of yoga and moving meditation, first thing in the morning. Seriously. No breakfast, checking emails or Instagram (okay, maybe a little Instagram), nothing. Out of bed and on the mat for 15 minutes. It’s not long, it’s not advanced or picture perfect, but when I’m in a busy season, it’s practical and doable, and it’s enough to get my body moving, work my muscles, and clear my mind.

And that’s what matters. Not how long, or how advanced, or how Instagram-worthy it is. It matters that it’s consistent and it’s there and it makes me feel good, inside and out. And if anyone has any problem with that…well, they should probably do more yoga about it.