Recently while traveling I walked into a meditation class titled “Breathwork”. I was so excited to see how another teacher in a different state was teaching Breathwork. I arranged my entire day to go to this class. Class begin and I realized quickly this was not Breathwork as I know it. It was a beginner, VERY basic meditation class for first timers to learn how to breathe. Immediately I got annoyed. My ego jumped in fueling my frustration. “Seriously we raced here for THIS?!?!?🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬” Then the teacher asked us to open our eyes and asked people about their experience focusing on their breath. As I scanned the room a smile quickly came to my face. These first time meditators were radiating with amazement and excitement about how they felt more relaxed from just breathing. 🧘🏻♀️ They were glowing and giddy. It was then I realized why the universe sent me to that class. It is so easy to forget our first time. To get jaded and assume we know everything. To take for granted the way something that has become second nature to us makes us feel. We forget how we felt the first time we did (insert any activity here 🧘🏻♀️🏃🏻♀️💃🏌🏻♀️⛹🏻♂️) and we rarely take a moment to look at how far we have come from that first time. I spent the rest of that class pretending it was my first class. I let go of my frustration and I I let go of my ego. Once I did that I was able to experience the class in a whole new way and actually really loved it. It was fun to go back to the basics and find awe in the simplicity of just breathing and to take a moment to realize just how far I have come from my first meditation class. I walked out with the same excitement and amazement as the other first time meditators. ☺️ Maybe try it. Go into an activity as if it was your first time. Pay attention to things you now take for granted. Appreciate how far you have come since your first time. Appreciate the beginner mindset, it is full of awe, awareness and beauty.
