I recently finished my yoga workout, and can’t help but hear Ravi Singh’s voice saying:

Inhale Sat, Exhale Nam.

Meaning: the truth within.

My yoga practice has spanned four years now. The first two being haphazardly approached. I’d either be devotedly into it or desperately attempting to run away from it. Kind of reminds me of an on-again, off-again relationship. These last two years I’ve become more serious and consistent. It’s become one of my most important aspects of my life, and one that never ceases to be met with a strong inner disdain of resistance.

Isn’t interesting how whenever there’s something that is really good for us, that brings us joy and adds positively to our lives, that we are met with such inner resistance? I picture the angel on my right shoulder and the devil on my left.

Even tonight, it took me over an hour to begin my yoga routine. I found myself absentmindedly channel flipping, repeatedly checking email, pretty much finding any and all useless and mindless distractions so I wouldn’t have to sit down and start. Regardless of knowing how much I enjoy yoga and what it adds to my life, this is a similar scenario I frequently deal with.

It seems that The Voice always is lurking, waiting to feed on its own sabotage. If only I were talking about the show – but just so you know – I can’t sing to save my life, although you will find me belting it out like I’m Madonna in the car.

Every time I hear The Voice and focus through what I’m wanting to do, despite it tempting me otherwise, I feel empowered. That it’s been silenced a little less.

I’ve read before that this happens because our subconscious is trying to protect us … that what is good for us sometimes feels like a threat, and The Voice is actually trying to do us a favor.

I like thinking of it in this way, almost like a friend … I can understand that all the parts of me do truly want the best for me … but ultimately that it’s up to me to silence The Voice so my inner Madge can shine.