I’m running away to join the circus

Quite a few years ago, signed up to a course of aerial yoga. A few classes in, the friend I was doing it with hurt his back and couldn’t continue, so I didn’t go back either.

I was so chicken, I felt like not one part of my body was connected to another. I was so out of touch and I didn’t trust myself at all. I was the epitome of uncoordinated and terrified.

I’d always regretted my failure at this. Well, not my failure, my lack of trying. I’d always regretted that I didn’t go back, that I had let my fear and anxiety get the better of me. Its what I’ve done in my life for most of the time, let me fear and anxiety rule the show and make my decisions.

Well, not any more.

Last week I started aerial yoga again. And while I haven’t really experienced much yet, it is enormously fun. The best part was my willingness to try, my confidence and my willingness to let my body actual do what it could rather than shrinking away from the risk.

Ill keep you posted.