Well, ish.
Today I got really angry with Yoga. I was resenting teaching it. I actually wrote down all the things I was really really cross about. I didn't, luckily, do anything or tell anyone those things. It actually just helped to write them all down.
And then I went to teach two classes back to back. I felt wrong going to teach yoga. I was in the wrong head space. I felt kind of fake. The first class felt (to me) a bit sticky, like people weren't getting me. I made some, not exactly wise cracks, but light hearted asides and they just didn't smile. I felt a bit - self conscious - not hitting the right note with this new (cover) class of people.
But then it sort of clicked in. And I at least felt it. By the time the next class came in I was most definitely in the right head space. I felt so much better in my teaching, more confident, it all flowed better, and I totally, utterly enjoyed it.
Much better
all round
And Hub is going to go to Belfast to visit his brother. With Bub. Bub is gagging to go on a plane and we have no abroad trips planned this summer. And I will paint the house. Which bizarrely I am gagging to do.
Good stuff
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