Me, but I'm sure I am not the first to say this.
I cannot say how many times I have put off starting a project because I was intimidated by how much effort it would take to complete it. It could be something as ambitious as refinishing all of the kitchen cabinets or as trifling as chopping an onion. The thought of the act of doing the task puts me off so that I never begin. I graduated from college twenty-five years ago and I still have dreams about failing to turn in assignments and hoping that somehow things will turn out alright. I think if you want to get the true horror of what it is like to be a person that suffers from depression this really encapsulates it. I can rationally telly myself that I should just get up and get started because I always get done even if it is at the last minute, and I always say, "that was not so bad" but I don't learn from it.
Fear is such a destructive thing in our lives. There are things to fear. Our bodies have adapted certain processes to channel fear into actions that promote survival, but what do we do when fear paralyzes?
Even in my deepest bouts of depression I rarely spend a whole day in bed, but I do hide away. I will spend countless hours on the internet watching shows and moving intuitively from site to site until I am out of time and I cannot begin the task I knew I should be doing. I have no idea what I fear but it is there. This is especially damning because I am a pastor and we are supposed to boldly go forth and help people deal with their own problems. When my problems get in the way I berate myself for not meeting other people's needs and for having the character flaw of paralyzing fear. Is it any wonder that I need drugs and therapy just to keep my head above water?
This is where yoga has become my teacher. Early on we develop a set of skills that allow us to "do" certain poses and we feel comfortable in class. Then perhaps the teacher throws in a new poses that is inaccessible to us and we are not ready. In this instance fear might kick in and I may develop an aversion to the mat or at least to that pose. I have learned through time that coming back to a pose again and again helps to move past the fear. Failure is not an end but a measuring stick of where we are. Sooner or later poses that seemed out of reach become favorites. So how do I then take this simple truth and apply it to more aspects of my life? Hopefully I will have the courage to show up and keep asking.