A few days ago a teacher encouraged me to come to class two days per week with nothing but a mindset of letting go.
I’m thinking too much.
I’ll wait for the shock and awe to sink in.
This is what good teachers do.
They see you.
They give good advice.
My over correction issue seems to be getting the best of me.
I may be a little hooked when it comes to letting go.
My backbends are where it’s most obvious.
The good ole heart chakra. I wonder if I have lingering trust issues that are keeping me from falling back. Not relationship kind of stuff, but the trust that comes from making big life changes. Falling into my yoga completely means the letting go of my old life. Am I trying to straddle two worlds? This would explain why my hamstrings have been freaking killing me.
I kid. But for real- there’s some truth here. I have to leap. I have to trust.
I work really hard.
If anyone can make this work- I’d say that I’m probably a good candidate.
Am I keeping all of this fear in my backbend?
Seems crazy- but since I’m writing about it, uh- there’s a good chance that it is so…
Back to the studio…
A deal was struck. Two days weekly I come to class just for fun.
You might infer that I’m waaay too intense on other days, so let me clarify.
There will always be a side of me that is like Alice through the looking glass. My curiosity is infused with tapas. So my fire to learn can burn a bit too brightly.
Striking this balance is just what I need.
This morning I showed up at the 10am. I’ve never been to the Saturday morning class.
Just what the doctor ordered.
I just chilled. I smiled a lot.
It was dare I say, fun.
Disclaimer- I thought about taking the next class thinking maybe I needed a little more.
But I didn’t. Huzzah! Progress.
I was walking to the subway when I saw the teacher who gave me the advice. We said hi like passing ships and I shouted, ‘Hey! I had fun in class today! ‘
She replied, ‘Best news I heard all day!!! I’m so glad.’
Have a great weekend everyone.
This is yoga.