Out of Practice

I went to a hot yoga class today. It was fantastic and challenging. 

But the class also made it painfully evident that I was out of practice. 

And that realization was a turning point.

I can stay here and accept that my skill isn’t what it once was. 

Or, I can recommit, and claw my way back to the skill level I use to regularly exhibit. 

I’ve always loved yoga because it’s a space where I naturally have no ambition. The talk around yoga teacher training has never remotely interested me. 

Unbothered by ambition, yoga is a space where I can simply practice, improve, and excel for my own enjoyment. 

Why would I ever abandon that kind of freedom?