Okay, so I think it’s safe to say that I have officially proven to myself that I can walk in to my feet in backbends when Sharath is helping me. I do not explode into a mist of nervous system. So now I have to be more conscious about being present in that moment; actually savoring the action.
Yes, that’s what the inside of my head sounds like right now, as I try to pick out what my next step is here. That’s it. Simple.
Starting this morning at 3:30 AM, I’m back to taking con calls for work. It was nice to have four hours put in before I went to the shala this morning. It’s interesting to feel how work stuff gets my head all riled up. Even when things are going well, there’s a kind of tension. I wonder if I can work that through so that I can transcend the tension.
And last but not least, I smell like Indian food. It’s a little freaky. I’m going to spend the next few days eating only at western or Ayurvedic (no harsh spices) places. I actually feel hungover from spice. Too much gobi manchurian, for one thing. Too much chili and garlic paste.
I went over to Santosha for breakfast after practice and stuck with something I’d eat at home: tofu and veggie scramble, toast with jam, ginger tea. It was awesome and I don’t feel like my internal organs are on fire.