Thus was my performance in a recent class described. And although affronted, I couldn’t argue as it was accurate for the portion witnessed. When working on my own stuff, my attitude is poor. It’s not limited to class. My writing time is put off (my first entry in a month). My morning meditation skipped. Poetry abandoned. Practice minimal.
The second half of that same class, I taught someone the next 12 movements of their new form. When assisting others, I focus on the present task. I am happy to help, necessary and validated. I am positive and encouraging even when they make a mistake.
So the trick will be to become a teacher to myself. Stop letting perceived inadequacies limit growth. Reclaim time for what’s important to my own success.
This weekend, I renewed my commitment to meditation. Poetry is a still surprising and welcome by-product.
It’s hard to be sad in the morning,
when all around nature wakes to
knowing only today.