Sometimes, if I’m on the early shift, I take a yoga class at the gym after work. It’s a good workout, and it helps to clear my head after a long day.
The teacher coaches us with new age aphorisms in a soothing voice. She’ll say things like, “Be in your body.” I try my best to take it in the spirit in which it’s intended. I’ll focus on my breathing and note which muscles are sore or stretched or whatever.
But then she’ll go on, and say, “Don’t judge.”
Aaaaaaand… I immediately start judging. Boy, I must be out of shape, if I’m this tired. I wonder what my ass looks like sticking up like this. Is my gut hanging down?
See, if she didn’t say, “Don’t judge,” it wouldn’t have occurred to me to do so. She might as well have told me to not think about a pink elephant.
That’s bad enough in itself. Later on, she’ll say something along the lines of, “Be in the moment.”
Perfect, that’s why I’m here. It’s good advice. Should probably stop there, but, oh no- “Forget about everything that happened earlier today. Forget about this whole week. Leave work outside the room.”