I was jettin outta work early to hit a 5:30pm yoga class. I’ve been getting in at crazy early hours so I can disregard the sly glances from my hallway-mates with good faith. I left at 4pm which would give me plenty of time to make the commute across the 520 bridge to Ballard for my class. The commute at that time of day would normally take an hour at most.
Within seconds of getting on 520 from Microsoft campus I was in gridlock. I rarely have seen traffic this bad. Normally the bridge (which is one of two main arteries people use to get from the suburbs to the city) doesn’t back up until you get much closer to Lake Washington. It was looking to be a 2hr commute. One for the record books.
After 1 hour I had gone all of 5 miles. I could run faster than that! Looked like I wasn’t going to make this class. I was really getting pissed off. I left work early. The 5:30pm class was also a tougher than normal class, so I couldn’t drop into a later class and get the same workout.
After a little moping around, I then resolved to make it no matter what (without getting into the carpool lane illegally). I actually started to assume in my head that I was gonna make it there, that there was no doubt it would happen. I actually started to think about how I would feel after class finished. I thought about the poses we would do, and what I would eat when I got home.
Amazingly, once I hit the bridge, it was pretty cleared up. Also, traffic into ballard was pretty light, which was odd given how nice a day it was and the fact that it was rush hour. Also, I scored a great parking spot pretty close to the yoga studio. Turns out, I was late for the class by 15 minutes. They have a rule thay they don’t usually let you in after 10 minutes. The lady at the desk, however, let me in anyway (score!).
So I snuck in the back and had a totally awesome class. I ran into a good friend there as well; an added bonus. I can’t tell how many times I just though “oh well, I’ll just skip class today, I will never make it” after that first hour of traffic. It was really not until I resolved to make it that things cleared up.
I’ve heard over and over that the subconscous portion of the brain (the reticular formation) is over a thousand times more powerful than the conscious mind. That it’s sole purpose is to seek out and create things in the world to further our benefit. That it doesn’t care about how tired, lazy, shy, gilty or boastful you may be.
It looks after your best interests. I’ve also heard that you can direct it subtly by committing to a specific goal 100%. I am not saying that my mind somehow parted traffic mysteriously, but I do believe that my focus on the goal made me aware of opportunites I might have otherwise not noticed: like the sweet parking spot, or my eye contact with the desk attendant that said “ya better let me in here!” without actually saying a word.
some people call this “grace,” I call it commitment and focus.