Let Go.
Half the time I don't know what's going on. I follow without meaning and expect everything to be alright. It works normally but it doesn't anymore. I know I sound like a goof sometimes, but yoga actually helps. I don't know why, and I don't particularly care. But this past Saturday proved it. I couldn't do ANYTHING in class. I was on my back for probably half of it, I couldn't keep my balance, I couldn't concentrate, I couldn't see straight, I couldn't hold poses, I couldn't do anything I can normally do. And while I hated myself for my incompetence during each pose, when each pose was done, I let it go. I was able to acknowledge the fact I sucked through that posture or that flow, and then moved onto the next one with just as much hope and eagerness as the beginning of class. I can hold back from dwelling on past mistakes. I take what I needed from them and let everything else disappear. The end of my absolute shittiest class ever, I felt just as in awe of myself and of everyone surrounding me, as in my most perfect class ever. I knew I messed up and messed up bad, and I still walked out happy I went. So it wasn't a good day for me. So what.
