I recently took Yoga Nidra for the first time. True to my nerdish and overly productive self, I decided to research it ahead of time while driving. I asked Siri to Google search and share the results with me while I drove from one appointment to the next. As I stopped at a traffic light and zoned out to the red color, Siri told me that Yoga Nidra promotes extreme relaxation. I also learned that during class I could fall into a euphoric state of consciousness between waking and asleep.
On the fateful day of my first class I was caught up in the hustle bustle of my workday. I was cognizant that over the past couple of weeks, I’d regrettably done exactly what I advise my clients NOT to do. I stopped making time for my self. Like a scientific law, my lack of empathy for my own wellbeing resulted in a giant emotional storm that was brewing inside of me.
I arrived to class with an external straight face and stiff body. Internally I felt discombobulated and anxious over a seemingly endless array of modern day stressors. They ranged from whether or not I’d left the stove- top burner on to what exactly the meaning of life was and if panic attacks were just an unspoken ritualistic right of passage into adulthood. I was certain my mind was too wild to be tamed by Yoga Nidra that day.
I was wrong.