… just like Maria Villella!

In fact the plan is to start taking her Mysore class by tomorrow morning, and not allow my intimidation to overtake my inspiration.

So a year ago I took my first led Ashtanga class, and after two hours of what I thought was an experiment in being punk’d, my exhausted, sweaty, dejected self hung her head and went home. I closed my bedroom curtains, went under the covers without bothering to disrobe or clean up, and proceeded to start crying for no one else but my fragile little ego.
I had been bested.
I, the great yogini herself, an epic fail! (Hey, what the fuck did I now?)

A year and countless requests from my teacher to join them for another try, I finally did.
This time around it wasn’t so bad. I held my own a bit better and saw that maybe I could survive such trials by fire.
That’s until a week ago…

Thanks to YouTube and my insomnia, I saw the light at 2:48am last Tuesday morning.

This “epiphany” came to me through an old 1989 video of Sri Pattabhi Jois (the big daddy of Ashtanga) leading a workshop of a who’s who in the yoga world.  It was one of the fiercest show of grace under pressure I have EVER seen. Now all I want to do is become the most proficient of Ashtangi and meet Chuck Miller!
Talk about pulling a 180, talk about a change of heart!

Maria Villella is an inspiration and part of of my journey. At least I hope so. With my luck, we’ll probably completely hate one another from day one and I’ll quit and go home for another good cry. Then again my ego has agreed to temporarily take a back seat on this one. Let’s just hope it keeps its seatbelt on and its mouth shut through this adventure for once…