I M Perfect lady

I am sitting here with Bikram’s voice continuing on, another class is in session in my house, and I am not doing it.

His voice is encouraging my youngest daughter to put her young body into the same positions I just came from.

Imagine doing this yoga at 19 years old~

I can’t wait to hear how it went.

While I did yoga today, I had a few postures where my mind ran away with my attention, so I was doing them, but not really focusing on the muscles that were being stretched.  It seems for me, I daydream on the floor poses.  When I do this my body doesn’t get 110% benefit.

I also know that when I focus intently, and bring in the breath to help me, my body responds in smiles and high-fives!

Pride spreads throughout my body.

Each day, inch by inch there is progress, certainly no perfect pose pops out, but a wonderful start.

The yoga critic wants to slip in and she is very judgmental and it wants this body to do things it is way not ready for; the critic doesn’t believe in imperfections being perfect.

The critic doesn’t allow for beginners to look like beginners, for old stiff bodies to be old and stiff, leaning into the postures to the best of their abilities.

It is like that loud mouth fan that screams at the player to do better, while never leaving the bench.

I wonder if the yoga critic ever did Bikram yoga?

Who is this critic, where did it come from and just what does it expect from you.  And if you leave the yoga, don’t you think it will follow you and then become a critic of something else?

A critic arrived when I began quilting, actually a bunch, we called them the quilt police, and another arose when I ventured off into the land of Art Quilts, an art critic was born.

I am wondering if the critic is fear based?

Dare to move beyond the words of your worst critic, fear of failing and looking a fool, of disappointing yourself and others, fear of not succeeding, and of not doing it right.

If you listen to the voice you won’t move.  You will stay right where you are, and the critic wins.

You can’t please the critic, but you can be pleased with your self.

I am pleased doing me!