The Day I Forgot I Was A Teacher
After a week and a bit of not teaching and 2 weeks of not practicing, I am ashamed to admit that I’m totally out of shape. If physically I’m mouldy, think emotionally, spiritually, and… dialogue-y. Yep, my dialogue, after 1 week of not being in use, has gone to the sharks.
Getting up onto the podium brought “First Class Nerves” all over again.
“Oh holy SHIT mother of GOD MARY MAGDALENE … I am supposed to tell 13 people what they’re supposed to do. Oh hooollyyy craaaaaap” before I dusted off my metallic balls. Ah, back in business. Sure I sounded shaky, and sure I totally forgot what bodies are supposed to look like / do while in a posture [I blame the nerves] but I am relieved to say I got my groove back after teaching the first set of breathing.
Till I got to padahastasana and forgot my dialogue.
“Continously… keep pulling.. just pull harder, push your knees back and lock your knees!”.
God I wanted to jump off the podium and break my neck, making it my final fall off that damn thing.
Off to read my dialogue once again!