First class of intermediate pole. My muscles were still sore
from my brilliant decision to take a class called “Tush & Abs”, last night.
Quick aside: I can’t believe that I’m taking so many
classes, lately. I never used to be a “group exercise” kind of girl. Once
again, yoga was my gateway drug.
In any case, I went into this class with tired muscles. “This
is going to suck,” I thought. But then I remembered that this wasn’t really me
speaking. It was my Wicked Stepmother who had expectations of how I should be,
should perform, in class. Flexing that self-compassion muscle, the Real Me
responded “I may be tired, but I’m going to do whatever it is I can do and see
what happens.” Somehow this simple
declaration made me feel better. I was leaving the future open for whatever was
to happen rather than deciding how it would go.
Class was good. It helped that I had been working on some
Intermediate moves while still in Beginner II. Right now, I’m polishing my
Butterfly, Extended Butterfly and Superman. It’s amazing how these moves seemed
The Great Aspiration at the beginning of the summer yet now that I’m able to do
them, they seem pretty routine. It reminds me how tenuous basing your life on achieving
goals can be. Achieving them may make you joyous for a week, a day, or an hour,
but then there is always something else. You aren’t necessarily happier once
you grasp the brass ring.
Even having these moves under my belt isn’t the end of the
story. The variations and transitions on each are endless. Today I almost fell
over trying to get into the Extended Butterfly sideways. It’s a good thing I
can laugh at myself.
So, while I’m acknowledging my progress, I know that these
are just milestones in my journey. To be recognized, celebrated, but not clung
to.
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