Inhale.
I am willing to be made willing to let go…
Exhale.
And I welcome the unknown.
This was my experience of ‘frog’ on the mat tonight, coupled with doubting thoughts, squirming thighs, and sweat trickling down my forehead.
I asked myself,
“Megan, what are you holding onto that you are willing to let go of?”
I did not get a response, but perhaps all circuits were busy and the message will be relayed at a later date and time.
I arrived to class today so tired that I found myself hanging in ragdoll while waiting in line for the bathroom and resting my head on the shoudler of some girl I had never met.
(yes, probably a boundary abruption).
The class was probably one of the best I’ve ever had.
I was too tired to try. I literally had NO energy to talk myself in or out of poses. Whatever I showed with was it. Like I had packed a brown bag lunch and there were no vending machines around to grab for extra.
My mind was on a siesta and all that was left was my breath and apparently my body.
At one point, I heard Johnna say something about something about something “shifting energy” and I thought,
“Girl, I ain’t got no energy to shift”
But I was wrong.
After class I was a new level of tired. A ‘ready to rest’ tired.
My nervous system has been jacked up and unsoothable, but somehow the practice lulled me into a state where I could really hear my body.
She said, “Rest. Now. End of story.”
So I called my boss and let him know I would not be promoting anything except a hot bath, a salad, and my bed. He didn’t fire me.
Phew.
