I love how drastically one day can differ from the next. My charged emotional response less than 24-hours earlier now feels like a lifetime ago. Today had such infinite possibility and proved to be quite a different experience.
I woke up at 5:30am to give myself time to look over the posture of the day. I hadn’t begun to memorize it before that moment and I was going to be damned if I had to relive my muted account of the day prior.
One of the hardships I am up against in this course is having registered so late. I was too busy with work and trying to tie up loose ends to even attempt to read through my dialogue. This now means that every day I am reading the postures anew. And for a person who prides herself on being two steps ahead, I am having a very hard time letting go of what is and accepting that I am just going to have to make due. I suppose we can call this “Chivonne’s Surrender Number One”.
After a few hours playing the memory game I headed off to the studio. I decided to use the thirty minute drive to get lost in my music. There is something truly beautiful about the way in which a song can transform your thoughts and boost your mood.
Our class today was lead in silence (my first ever). It was absolutely moving. I have never had such a full on experience in a class. The posture clinics from the previous day combined with my total inward focus lead me to explore my practice in a whole new way. I am relearning the series in a far more anatomically inclined, integral way. And although I am working with a new level of depth, I am moving forward with alignment and strength I wasn’t aware I had.
Then came time for the posture clinic; and you know what? I f*cking rocked that sh*t! It went so incredibly well! I was confident, articulate and dialogue driven. Most importantly, I was me. I sounded like the teacher I know I want to be and it was reciprocated well. I am on cloud nine.
But near that high up cloud is something else I am truly excited for. That is my bed. And it is calling me in a way I haven’t experienced in a while. Even as I type these words, my eyes are fighting against gravity to stay open. I can’t fight anymore. 5:30am is only a few deep breaths away so I must give my body the rest it’s earned.
I will end by reiterating my delight in my ability to guide my peers through a posture.
Tomorrow’s intention is to rock it again.