As soon as our friends started to arrive, I stepped out to make my way to practice. I couldn’t help but feel rude and guilty for being such an awful host even though in the back of my mind I tried to reconcile my emotions. Brett did orchestrate this get together, so I suppose I shouldn’t feel TOO guilty about hopping out for a few hours. That put me in a funk, in any case.
The studio was delightfully quiet for an early evening practice on Sunday, which can only be a result of the football game. Approximately a baker’s dozen of ladies (peppered with one or two gentleman) spread out across the room in preparation for a thorough work through by Penni.
Since there was a vast amount of open space, I decided to practice in the second row so that I could get a different perspective on my form. It’s strange to think that simply moving my mat around the room could have such an intense impact—but it did. I had a clearer perspective on my alignment because I wasn’t mere inches away from my reflection in the front mirror. My funk fell away and I experienced my practice in an entirely new and different way which goes to show that sometimes I need to get out of my comfort zone in order to get a fresh perspective both in class...and in life.
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