Last night, I fell asleep, too fast.
But I had such a great yoga class!!!
It was a very giggly practice.
I always smile at myself. Anytime something is hard, tiring, frustrating, or I think I want to sit down, I try smiling at myself first. It usually works, but when it doesn’t, I just make funny faces at myself until I feel better.
Lately, I automatically start standing head to knee by smiling. My internal dialogue goes “shift your weight to your right foot. Look in the mirror. Smile at yourself. Interlace 10 fingers….” I smile again once I’ve kicked out, because I KNOW whoever is teaching is about to tell me to kick from the hip, and I’m about to do the exact opposite. This gets me every time! For whatever strange brain-body reason, as soon as they say “kick from the hip” I pull my hip back and farther under/behind me.
Last night, I kicked out, smiled, and right away started sorting out my hip direction, before she could correct me. I got it on my own just as she focusing in on me. I was so excited and grinned at myself in the mirror. Normally, no one ever notices all of the faces I make because there are so many people in the room.
But, Heidi caught me grinning and goes “HEY! That’s a yoga smirk! Something just clicked in that little head, of hers! We should all smile in yoga class! It’s just yoga. Don’t take yourselves so seriously!”
Then, of course, we were all keyed in to it and paying attention. So every time I did it, someone would notice and start smiling too, and another and another and another until all 7 of us were grinning and laughing. It was good, funny, fun.
I also saw my toes in floor bow