This morning I walked into the studio, feeling like I wanted 12 more hours of sleep. I didn't want to wake up. I wasn't sluggish, just sleepy. I hoped I wouldn't fall asleep.
Class started, and as it progressed, I felt like some of my limbs were swimming through mud. Some of the postures were a real struggle, not because I couldn't physically do it, but mentally, I was having a hard time focusing. And my right leg was being stubborn again.
At the end of class, I felt a little defeated. So much I wanted to do, and I was unable to. There must have been frustration on my face because Darla (today's instructor) came over to check up on me. I asked her about the balance of my right leg. Is there something I could do outside of class. Her response? "Time and patience."
Really?
Patience with myself has never been a strong suit. The fact of the matter is that I expect a lot of myself, with most things...OK, with all things. I'm not patient when I fall short. But Darla knows that I'll be able to do all of these poses eventually, and that I need time to get there.
Today's lesson: patience and time. Allow myself some time to gain more confidence in my ability, and it will all fall into place.
Until then, I will have to conjure up some patience. Ah, a challenge with the challenge.
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