This is as close to blogging under the influence as I will ever get: blogging after a day of teacher training. Similar effect, only less funny and much, much nicer.
I was more nervous practice teaching for five minutes this morning than I have been since I taught my first full class. Of course, as I always remember twenty minutes too late, the nervousness is my problem, my own ridiculous invention. It is not as if my classes will be revoked if I trip over my words or assist some one on the wrong side. My nerves about leading a workshop were allayed also, when I was reminded that this is supposed to be fun. Fun! Right! Teaching is fun, duh.
On that note: July 11, 12:00 – 2:00 pm, CCY Midtown. I’ll be leading a workshop on hip openers and lotus variations. How much does that rock? Lots, I say. Lots. And, it will be only $6.00. That’s right, SIX DOLLARS, people, for a two hour hip opener workshop. Even if I suck, there is no way two hours of hip openers won’t be amazing.
The training is a gift. If nothing else, during this crazy, crazy time, it is a commitment that at least once a month I will get in two practices over the weekend, plus a decent amount of time in meditation.
I need the meditation. Oh, do I need the meditation.
There will be another seven hours of this business tomorrow. My back hurts from sitting on the wood floor, I’m tired because I barely sleep on these weekends (conveniently forgot that part when I signed up for this), my guts feel all weird from a dynamic meditation after eating and my total GI-distress-germ-phobia, and I have that weird, swimmy, hungover feeling that comes from lots of energetic work. I kind of want to run around the block, write love poetry to the world, and pass out all at the same time.
In other words, all is well.
