Aah, I’m a healthy one.
It’s like the high dive, or the perfect prank. I don’t think I’ll be satisfied considering it. It rolls around in my head begging to be tried and, though it may lead to high blood pressure and embarrassing regret, I know I will eventually because …I don’t know…I must.
This is how I got into teaching taekwondo and yoga while learning taekwondo and yoga. Did I mention I quit taekwondo and yoga classes? I don’t regret either, I can do splits and hurt people, lessons learned, right? I stuck with it for a few years, (unlike reading the classics-argh!!) But it was time for something new.
With my schedule freed up, I’ve started piano lessons. You know, like when I was eleven. I’m a little afraid I’ll flake out like I have before, but that’s how it usually is in the beginning with stuff. Awkwardness, hesitancy- just have to “power” through it.
In yoga I’d say, “Move to a point where you feel a good stretch, but no discomfort,” all the while moving into discomfort as I reached further across the floor anyway, just because I could and felt like getting it over with so next time would be easier. (This is a yoga instructor no-no that I’m sharing. Just being honest.)
There’s value in that caution, as long as I am, indeed, stretching myself. Then my person, like muscle, becomes warm, pliable, and grows. And, oh did I grow with the martial arts/yoga thing! I would never have dreamed I’d do so many demos in front of strangers, make so much physical contact with other people, or talk so much publicly 3 years ago when I signed up for class.