Starting Monday 23rd March I’ve made one phone call a day. Each day the recipient was different, randomly selected from a list.
I’ve spoken to one of you everyday since the doors of the physical studio shut.
I’ve spoken to lawyers. I spoken to ER doctors and nurses. I’ve spoken to people who lost their job and others who’ve been at work for many more hours than usual.
Unless you previously worked from home, had no children, never visited friends or family, was a non-shopping minimalist who didn’t pay attention to global activities, then life changed.
As my list of called names continues to grow, I realised I was speaking to two groups of people.
The first group spoke about corona as if she were a loving but strict mother, who sat them down to have a difficult but heart to heart conversation.
You’ve been working too much lately. You’ve haven’t been eating properly. You haven’t spent enough quality time with your kids. You haven’t hung out with your partner for ages. Get some sleep – you look like sh*t.
The other group moved into struggle street. The language in the phone call was vastly different.
I miss the gym. I miss yoga. I miss my friends. Homeschooling is BS – I’m not a teacher. I can’t work the way I need to from home.
Common across all the phone calls were references to the roles we play. Essentially the hats we wear. Parent, worker, self-employed, carer, banker, nurse. What corona threw at us all was the need to take on other roles, wear hats we may have never worn before. Unpaid teacher, child psychologist, marriage counsellor for own marriage, yoga teacher to self, cook, toenail painter, eyebrow waxer.
This is where the two different groups emerged.
The people in the first group took off their usual hat, flung it into the wind and looked around for some other hats to try on. Even ugly, too small, weird hats got a shot.
The people in the second group gripped their hat like it was the only f*cker between them and death.
Because our tendencies in life have a way of showing up on a yoga mat, the group you’re in might also be reflective of how you do yoga.
People tend to identify with one way of doing it. I only do hot yoga. I only like fast, flowing yoga. I only do slow yoga. I only do yoga in a studio. I only do yoga with other people. I’m a morning yoga person.
Corona forced me to put on a hat I’d been holding at arm’s length for years. The hat of technology. What has come of it is an online offering of fast, slow, morning, evening and everything in between yoga practices.
If you reflect, really reflect on how you do yoga, there are often lessons there on how you do life. If what you learn is that you’re in a group you’d rather not be in, then use yoga to practice a different way rather than to reinforce the old.
If you encourage variety into your yoga practice you’re giving yourself an opportunity to practice wearing different hats. This tendency will inevitably seep into life off a yoga mat.
What corona demanded of us was the need to wear different hats. What it offered was the possibility of finding comfort and joy in these other hats.
For me the outcome of corona hat wearing have been varied. My kids now know I’m sh*t at maths but they have learnt about all the muscles in their legs.
Our most fundamental role is human. Our most fundamental yoga practice is mindful movement.
I got uncomfortable reading this email. If you’d asked me six month ago how I would have coped with the current situation, I’d have said I would be in the hat flinging, embrace-the-opportunitiies group. But I’m not. I’m afraid of not getting a better job. I’m afraid of carving out a clear space for myself to explore my inner dialogue. I’m afraid of not being enough for my husband. I’m afraid of missing something important if I try flow yoga because I don’t know all the postures. I’ve been way more stressed then I’d like to acknowledge. A lot of stuff has rattled loose over the last few days, and I’m starting to get more honest with myself about what’s going on for me. I’m not yet gleefully trying on other hats, but I’m at least getting clearer about what’s holding me back.
Thanks for the mirror, Paige!
Oh Jo! Your bravery in pen to paper is underrated. THANK YOU! I’m going to send you an email so we can talk more x
My up to date experiences with the beast called Covid19 was firstly shock then bemusement then awareness then survival then recovery. I’m one of a very few who received that positive result! It was just a simple trip to NZ of just 4 days and back home. I didn’t believe what the result meant for my own immediate future, my family, my friends and my business. The isolation of 36 days was my nemesis. Too much idle time with my mind creating too much activity. I recovered well within the first 7 days but tested positive for the next 27 days. I grieved my freedom, my loss of love with others. Even my dog had become a silent victim to the beast as she couldn’t be walked due to my results and the dog walker went into paranoia so wouldn’t walk her. What did I learn ? I got to realise I had been programmed over 30 years to always say Yes. Yes to anything I was asked to do even though I was doing 5 other tasks at that moment. Isolation made me stop and understand how busy that programming had made me with every moment of every day. I am back in my business now and even though I’ve lost friends along this journey due to their anxiety with the virus, I also had the pleasant opportunity to reach into my soul to know this event was what I needed. Clear views ahead for sure. Boy o Boy I miss my beautiful studio yoga sessions Paige.
Hi Michelle! I’m so happy to hear you’re on the up after some lows. There has certainly been some insights on offer from the past few months, albeit buried up quite a lot of hardship. Look forward to seeing you soon x
I love reading your blogs. They always provoke reflection, sometimes ‘AHA’ moments and sometimes a big ‘oh yes!’.
On the surface, coronavirus didn’t impact our household too much. Both my husband and I are essential workers so we were still leaving the house and operating ‘as normal’. My (step) daughter therefore still attended school because it was open for essential worker kids. Everything felt the same, but just had a new layer to it and so felt very different. Not seeing family was the hardest. I started getting anxious going to work too (at the hospital), terrified of walking in the front door and what the next shift might bring. Everyday there were new policies and protocols and it was so hard to keep up, sometimes even half way through a shift the way we were to deal with query coronovirus patients would change. It was chaos in the beginning (as expected) and I actually started wishing I could put on a different hat – work from home, even not have an essential job, keep my (step) daughter home from school and attempt to teach, etc. But instead, I had to hold onto my hat and keep showing up. I focused on being grateful I still had a job to go to, and grateful for the health of my family. I guess I found ways of being grateful for my particular hat lol. It got easier, and reading your blogs (as well as other practices) helped with perspective. Thank you Paige! Cannot wait to see you again in July 🙂
Hi Jen, so lovely to hear from you! Thank you for the insight from an essential worker. Thanks for holding onto your hat x