I was looking forward to this morning’s practice. We were all supposed to meet at the Yoga Centre, and it was going to be Day One of what I’ve been calling the Yoga Centre “Mysore project”. I started the shower at 5:30 (I go straight to work from yoga when I don’t practice at home so must shower first), and then my phone rang with a text message from A.W. : “3rd straight night of insomnia, no go today”.
But it’s okay, A.S. would still be meeting me at the Centre a little later. I felt a little tinge of melancholy as I walked past my yoga room down the hall and out into the bitter cold.
At the Centre, AS never showed up. Day One of the Mysore project was a bust.
And I only practiced up to Navasana. Turns out, I have no willpower now without the energy of others around me.
But I practiced!! I’m happy enough with that.
For the sake of my self-esteem, I hope hope hope I have some students tonight in my class. Only one person showed up for my Wednesday evening class, and I almost cried. I’m chalking it up to Monday’s New Year. Just to save my confidence. The instructor who teaches before me only had a class of 5 when she normally has at least 15 for her beginner class.