There is a song
with a rhythm so deep
I can feel it in my heart
this song
it changes on whim
but when I feel it
I know
I must hoop
the feelings in me that it illicits are pure
my dance buds from within
and shows itself in its truest form
my soul smiles, cries, and bursts forth
in the truest expression of myself at that moment
these feelings radiating from tip to tip
and i hoop on and on and on
fueled by that which has driven us for all time
the dance
the song
the rhythm of self
30 Day Challenge- Day 12 and 13
Short and sweet..
Class always rocks my world!
Thanks ladies for a great class last night!
As for tonight...30 minutes was a struggle. I am so tired.
But I made it...40 minutes on the playlist waist hooping and catching up with an old friend on the phone.
It doesn't surprise me that my blabbing mouth can keep me occupied. I'd like to know what my total calorie burn was. Next pay period...
Class always rocks my world!
Thanks ladies for a great class last night!
As for tonight...30 minutes was a struggle. I am so tired.
But I made it...40 minutes on the playlist waist hooping and catching up with an old friend on the phone.
It doesn't surprise me that my blabbing mouth can keep me occupied. I'd like to know what my total calorie burn was. Next pay period...
30 Day Challenge- Day 11
The weekend's Total Health Fair was great for speaking about how hooping has transformed my life. It was great for giving me a platform on which to showcase the work I've put into my practice so far, as well as (I hope) inspiring others to want to learn.
As for my inspiration today and this weekend... Hoop Technique. The inspirational portion of the video was just that- a freaking mind blowing inspiration!
So much so that I dreamed of hooping last night. And all day today at work. While I was doing many things most nurses won't mention and try to avoid AT ALL COSTS. So thank you hooping. Today you were my sunny beach and corona with lime.
Tonight's practice lead me down new avenues with new tunes...I'm feeling it. I'm ready to go again tomorrow. Devote time in the am with the push of some freshly ground coffee to spur me on to new hoop heights. Aaaahhhhh! I'm feeling it!
jazzy fresh funky beats
http://www.janakaselekta.net/
As for my inspiration today and this weekend... Hoop Technique. The inspirational portion of the video was just that- a freaking mind blowing inspiration!
So much so that I dreamed of hooping last night. And all day today at work. While I was doing many things most nurses won't mention and try to avoid AT ALL COSTS. So thank you hooping. Today you were my sunny beach and corona with lime.
Tonight's practice lead me down new avenues with new tunes...I'm feeling it. I'm ready to go again tomorrow. Devote time in the am with the push of some freshly ground coffee to spur me on to new hoop heights. Aaaahhhhh! I'm feeling it!
jazzy fresh funky beats
http://www.janakaselekta.net/
30 Day Challenge- Day 9
I hooped all day at the Total Health Fair. So what I really have to say about my practice today is this~
I LOVE MY HOOP!
I love what the hoop does for my mind, body, spirit, and especially how it makes me feel when I share it with someone else.
I'm hoping that my performances, demonstrations and mini lessons today reached a new set of people!
I LOVE MY HOOP!
I love what the hoop does for my mind, body, spirit, and especially how it makes me feel when I share it with someone else.
I'm hoping that my performances, demonstrations and mini lessons today reached a new set of people!
30 Day Challenge- Day 8
910-9:40
You would think I would be tired of Bonobo already...but I'm not. I just can't stop.
But I am tired.
Mexican food coma and the intense desire to be on the couch cuddling with my furry babies is so hard to fight. Yet, here I am, having completed my goal for today.
I have a complex. An issue with watching myself and letting my image guide and inspire me. Today I'm wearing men's sweats, long sleeves, a tshirt, and sweater. Bulkity bulk bulk. My image is not appealing. It does not motivate me to move my body in a way that feels and looks good. What my image says to me is...get to the couch and stop looking at this mess of a woman in the mirror.
I have high self esteem, always have. I don't know why. I mainly thank my parents for that. I feel like I've always been realistic about life, but I know that I like to mainly live in the perpetual imaginary land where everyone is good, hearts are kind, nothing bad can really happen" part of my mind. So it confuses me when I have such a negative response to my own unkemt image in the mirror. Dumb, I know. It kills my motivation. I don't focus. Or possibly I do but i'ts just on my outward appearance.
Why does image play such a part in how I feel about my practice, the animation and essence I put into my hooping, or anything else for that matter?
Because of this... my practice tonight was solely focused on repetition of specific skills. Tomorrow I'll make sure I put on a full face of makeup, do my hair, and wear some killer clothing before I bust out the hoop....or then again maybe not.
*note the sarcasm in the last line, please
You would think I would be tired of Bonobo already...but I'm not. I just can't stop.
But I am tired.
Mexican food coma and the intense desire to be on the couch cuddling with my furry babies is so hard to fight. Yet, here I am, having completed my goal for today.
I have a complex. An issue with watching myself and letting my image guide and inspire me. Today I'm wearing men's sweats, long sleeves, a tshirt, and sweater. Bulkity bulk bulk. My image is not appealing. It does not motivate me to move my body in a way that feels and looks good. What my image says to me is...get to the couch and stop looking at this mess of a woman in the mirror.
I have high self esteem, always have. I don't know why. I mainly thank my parents for that. I feel like I've always been realistic about life, but I know that I like to mainly live in the perpetual imaginary land where everyone is good, hearts are kind, nothing bad can really happen" part of my mind. So it confuses me when I have such a negative response to my own unkemt image in the mirror. Dumb, I know. It kills my motivation. I don't focus. Or possibly I do but i'ts just on my outward appearance.
Why does image play such a part in how I feel about my practice, the animation and essence I put into my hooping, or anything else for that matter?
Because of this... my practice tonight was solely focused on repetition of specific skills. Tomorrow I'll make sure I put on a full face of makeup, do my hair, and wear some killer clothing before I bust out the hoop....or then again maybe not.
*note the sarcasm in the last line, please
30 Day Challenge- Day 7
I've never had an invisible friend. At least not that I can remember. But I do have an invisible hoop. Tonight she and I danced intimately in room crowded full of hot sweaty people. I don't know if anyone noticed that I wasn't dancing alone. If they even noticed my arms moving through the air in such a way to suggest that I may be engaged on a higher level. Or if they noticed my hips and feet moving, turning in circles, melding and bending and forming my flow.
It's not that I'm ashamed or embarrassed of my hoop. Not in the least. But sometimes it's best if I hide my hoop from others, keep her my little secret, and make our relationship sacred. When she is invisible to the naked eye people can walk right through her and she never falls to the ground. We perform seamless, perfect dances together, riding the music and cresting as the energy flows in an endless current between us.
I know I'm not alone. We are not alone. There are legions of us out there with invisible hoops, gracing packed dance halls moving to the beat of our own inner rhythm.
It's not that I'm ashamed or embarrassed of my hoop. Not in the least. But sometimes it's best if I hide my hoop from others, keep her my little secret, and make our relationship sacred. When she is invisible to the naked eye people can walk right through her and she never falls to the ground. We perform seamless, perfect dances together, riding the music and cresting as the energy flows in an endless current between us.
I know I'm not alone. We are not alone. There are legions of us out there with invisible hoops, gracing packed dance halls moving to the beat of our own inner rhythm.
30 Day Challenge- Day 6
830-950
Bonobo, Lynx and Janover
Tell me how you feel...
I feel good. This feels good.
Breaking down the process, creating the process, recreating the process, understanding the process, digging the process, and knowing the process is never ending.
Standing in the mirror critiquing my form and wondering about mastery of each move I try. Mastery- what does that mean? Or more importantly- how can I take what I've mastered and incorporate it into my flow? The zone when movement is not born from thought. There are plenty of moves that I have masterred, but that never make the final cut. Why?
So I break down the move, learn how to successfully complete the move, but now how do I integrate my own expressive body movement to that? How do I merge with this motion of the hoop? Process process process... combine them. Decide what works, what is appealing to my eyes, and what feels good to my body.
I guess overall it's not even about the moves themselves. They are just a manifestation of our end goal. A new ground, a new horizon, and successful move up through our process.
Bonobo, Lynx and Janover
Tell me how you feel...
I feel good. This feels good.
Breaking down the process, creating the process, recreating the process, understanding the process, digging the process, and knowing the process is never ending.
Standing in the mirror critiquing my form and wondering about mastery of each move I try. Mastery- what does that mean? Or more importantly- how can I take what I've mastered and incorporate it into my flow? The zone when movement is not born from thought. There are plenty of moves that I have masterred, but that never make the final cut. Why?
So I break down the move, learn how to successfully complete the move, but now how do I integrate my own expressive body movement to that? How do I merge with this motion of the hoop? Process process process... combine them. Decide what works, what is appealing to my eyes, and what feels good to my body.
I guess overall it's not even about the moves themselves. They are just a manifestation of our end goal. A new ground, a new horizon, and successful move up through our process.
30 Day Challenge- Day 5
Class 730-10!
Oh my...where to begin?
So class doesn't technically fit into my recent mindset of alone time, door shut, dim lighting. But it does fit into door shut, dim lighting, ultimate hoop dance party!
That and the fact that I love and thoroughly enjoy all of my students as individuals and as hoopers. It was almost better to use my "30" minutes last night reflecting on the growth I could see all around me. These girls have it! It's inspiring, exciting, and also makes me very proud to be able to teach and nurture them!
We discussed briefly everyone's thoughts on the 30 day challenge and we opened the class with a centering moment- referencing the back to basics from my night before. We talked about the importance of being able to express yourself through simple waist hooping.
We moved through other skill building techniques and finally closed within a circle, giving everyone an opportunity to show off some skills and topped it with another LED dance party (a hit every time!)
I learn just as much through teaching and watching and listening to each of my students as I do in my own private personal practice. It's nice to be able to give and get back.
Oh my...where to begin?
So class doesn't technically fit into my recent mindset of alone time, door shut, dim lighting. But it does fit into door shut, dim lighting, ultimate hoop dance party!
That and the fact that I love and thoroughly enjoy all of my students as individuals and as hoopers. It was almost better to use my "30" minutes last night reflecting on the growth I could see all around me. These girls have it! It's inspiring, exciting, and also makes me very proud to be able to teach and nurture them!
We discussed briefly everyone's thoughts on the 30 day challenge and we opened the class with a centering moment- referencing the back to basics from my night before. We talked about the importance of being able to express yourself through simple waist hooping.
We moved through other skill building techniques and finally closed within a circle, giving everyone an opportunity to show off some skills and topped it with another LED dance party (a hit every time!)
I learn just as much through teaching and watching and listening to each of my students as I do in my own private personal practice. It's nice to be able to give and get back.
30 Day Challenge- Day 4
Back to Basics
9-935pm
Once again- Bonobo
Tonight I broke out my big girl hoop- my very first claimed hoop- the one that is like my blankie. It's broken, has hardly any black and gold greek key ribbon left and is rough to the touch from too much abuse. But she loves me.
I realize that too frequently I slip into the world of fancy trickery and forget what it meant to me to initially hoop. And more importantly, to dance in the hoop.
The art of movement where my body melds and bends with the hoop effortlessly. Where my legs, my feet, my arms, my torso, and my hoop are all independently pulsing with an energy from my soul...that's the kind of movement I have missed and am craving.
I think of Liz, her style, her grace, and the beauty she possesses and exudes as she dances. Interpreting the smile on her face as she flows feels like I'm looking through a window to her heart. She radiates. I am motivated by these memories, the old days, and the seemingly simpleness of the time.
30 minutes of pure pleasure, allowing myself to open and accept and just be.
9-935pm
Once again- Bonobo
Tonight I broke out my big girl hoop- my very first claimed hoop- the one that is like my blankie. It's broken, has hardly any black and gold greek key ribbon left and is rough to the touch from too much abuse. But she loves me.
I realize that too frequently I slip into the world of fancy trickery and forget what it meant to me to initially hoop. And more importantly, to dance in the hoop.
The art of movement where my body melds and bends with the hoop effortlessly. Where my legs, my feet, my arms, my torso, and my hoop are all independently pulsing with an energy from my soul...that's the kind of movement I have missed and am craving.
I think of Liz, her style, her grace, and the beauty she possesses and exudes as she dances. Interpreting the smile on her face as she flows feels like I'm looking through a window to her heart. She radiates. I am motivated by these memories, the old days, and the seemingly simpleness of the time.
30 minutes of pure pleasure, allowing myself to open and accept and just be.
30 Day Challenge- Day 3
Today was born out of creativity. With ideas bursting like little bubbles in my mind, I had the day planned on accomplishing so many grand things that I would certainly turn in my resignation from nursing tomorrow...But it turns out that cooking and baking were my real time machines. Which means, unless I'm planning on feeding the masses I may as well keep my dayjob.
And not to toot my own horn, although it would be nice, I will gloat a little over the perfection of the pita breads I made for the first time. Not to mention my loaf of wonder style white bread, by request, which sent me back to the store twice, and brownies, and cauliflower soup...ah! What a day!
So I'm engrossed in step by step instruction mode, plus a few glasses of wine to make my bake time slip by faster when I head to the den for 30 minutes of "day 3 hoop stylee."
Fire's roaring in the fireplace, warm smells surround me, and super chill pandora sucking me in.
It's this directional pull that's getting me into shape. I mold to and from hoops, switching and flipping, and changing my groove with each song..not really going anywhere or hooping in any one way.
Then I start- unintentionally- doing some tricks with my left hand. Oohh poor left hand...how I've neglected you. You are weak and feeble.
Silently I fold my right arm behind my back and pretend it's no longer a part of my body. I let my left arm lead and focus and strain and pull and in a blink of an eye- my arm is KILLING me! Buring, shaking, jello arm!
Ah ha! I have identified my weakness....I work on thumb switches, palm reversals, isolations, forward weaves, turns, and mainly- reverse weaves. OOOHHH how it burns! And I love it!
I notice as well that turns with a leading left hand always end me off track. I place an imaginary line down the floor and turn turn turn...trying to stay within range. Slowly I make progress.
The last 10 minutes are a bluff at my overall skill. Josh sits in and I feel his eyes on me. My face flushes, concentration is gone, I toss my hoop into the fire twice and I am embarrassed. Funny how that happens.
So on that note...dinner was served- one place I created with 100% success. Looking forward to continuing my daily journey..bring it day 4!
And not to toot my own horn, although it would be nice, I will gloat a little over the perfection of the pita breads I made for the first time. Not to mention my loaf of wonder style white bread, by request, which sent me back to the store twice, and brownies, and cauliflower soup...ah! What a day!
So I'm engrossed in step by step instruction mode, plus a few glasses of wine to make my bake time slip by faster when I head to the den for 30 minutes of "day 3 hoop stylee."
Fire's roaring in the fireplace, warm smells surround me, and super chill pandora sucking me in.
It's this directional pull that's getting me into shape. I mold to and from hoops, switching and flipping, and changing my groove with each song..not really going anywhere or hooping in any one way.
Then I start- unintentionally- doing some tricks with my left hand. Oohh poor left hand...how I've neglected you. You are weak and feeble.
Silently I fold my right arm behind my back and pretend it's no longer a part of my body. I let my left arm lead and focus and strain and pull and in a blink of an eye- my arm is KILLING me! Buring, shaking, jello arm!
Ah ha! I have identified my weakness....I work on thumb switches, palm reversals, isolations, forward weaves, turns, and mainly- reverse weaves. OOOHHH how it burns! And I love it!
I notice as well that turns with a leading left hand always end me off track. I place an imaginary line down the floor and turn turn turn...trying to stay within range. Slowly I make progress.
The last 10 minutes are a bluff at my overall skill. Josh sits in and I feel his eyes on me. My face flushes, concentration is gone, I toss my hoop into the fire twice and I am embarrassed. Funny how that happens.
So on that note...dinner was served- one place I created with 100% success. Looking forward to continuing my daily journey..bring it day 4!
30 Day Challenge- Day 2
Day 2- 1-8-2011
4:44-5:25
Grooves- Iron and Wine: Our Endless Numbered Days
Today was substantially better than yesterday. Not in what I was able to accomplish, but more so my feelings entering into my hoop space. I chose something mellow- which usually does the trick to get my creative juices flowing.
The first few songs were basic, trying to make my stream into a full speed river of flow. Eehh....sometimes it works...but today it was an effort, so instead I tried to melt into the sound of his voice and the strumming guitar.
I have been watching Marsha hoop alot- I always enjoy the sense of complete utter joy and ease with which she hoops. She has a definite style which makes me happy. Plus she's been doing this crazy pop thing which looks so smooth and I'm certain we haven't covered it in class. Earlier today I pinpointed exactly what she was doing...so for one song I mimicked those moves and finally welcomed her little ditty into my repertoire.
There was a time- many years ago when this album was on constant rotation in my CD player. I was living in rainy northern Cali and my dearest babies (my first ever cat children) were dying with feline leukemia. It was a deeply emotional and difficult time for me. This album put me to sleep every night, comforting my soul while enabling me to release all my sorrow. And so tonight when Fever Dream began to play it opened up a door into my mended heart which had for so long been shut tight. Quickly my eyes moistened and I let go- welcoming the flood of emotion that enveloped me. When they say that hooping can be compared to the comfort of the womb I completely agree. My tears flowed freely down my cheeks, wetting my hoop as it rocked and calmed my spirit.
I am a mother.
Subtle beats drew me back to my polypro hoop and I was able to transfer my emotion into positive energy. Making the most of my ghost hand I worked the hoop around my body, trying to discover unused space and planes.
My 40 minutes were invaluable to me today. They were what I was looking for. Mostly what I needed, without knowing it. I gained insight to new topics to cover for class and was able to tap into the deep deep well inside of me that has been covered tight. My light is on and I feel fine.
4:44-5:25
Grooves- Iron and Wine: Our Endless Numbered Days
Today was substantially better than yesterday. Not in what I was able to accomplish, but more so my feelings entering into my hoop space. I chose something mellow- which usually does the trick to get my creative juices flowing.
The first few songs were basic, trying to make my stream into a full speed river of flow. Eehh....sometimes it works...but today it was an effort, so instead I tried to melt into the sound of his voice and the strumming guitar.
I have been watching Marsha hoop alot- I always enjoy the sense of complete utter joy and ease with which she hoops. She has a definite style which makes me happy. Plus she's been doing this crazy pop thing which looks so smooth and I'm certain we haven't covered it in class. Earlier today I pinpointed exactly what she was doing...so for one song I mimicked those moves and finally welcomed her little ditty into my repertoire.
There was a time- many years ago when this album was on constant rotation in my CD player. I was living in rainy northern Cali and my dearest babies (my first ever cat children) were dying with feline leukemia. It was a deeply emotional and difficult time for me. This album put me to sleep every night, comforting my soul while enabling me to release all my sorrow. And so tonight when Fever Dream began to play it opened up a door into my mended heart which had for so long been shut tight. Quickly my eyes moistened and I let go- welcoming the flood of emotion that enveloped me. When they say that hooping can be compared to the comfort of the womb I completely agree. My tears flowed freely down my cheeks, wetting my hoop as it rocked and calmed my spirit.
I am a mother.
Subtle beats drew me back to my polypro hoop and I was able to transfer my emotion into positive energy. Making the most of my ghost hand I worked the hoop around my body, trying to discover unused space and planes.
My 40 minutes were invaluable to me today. They were what I was looking for. Mostly what I needed, without knowing it. I gained insight to new topics to cover for class and was able to tap into the deep deep well inside of me that has been covered tight. My light is on and I feel fine.
30 Day Challenge- Day 1
Preface:
Today is the first day of the 30 day challenge. I am relaying my experience of hooping for 30 minutes each day to all of my fellow hoopers on the HSH facebook page. This daily hooping is supposed to push us into the waters of developing a self focused practice. One that leaves behind distractions (hopefully), pushes our boundaries, helps us incorporate a little smidge of our 12 hour wakefulness for one on one time with our hoop, and overall make us better patrons of the world and our own lives. That's alot for 30 minutes of hooping a day to live up to! Somehow I think it will succeed!
Day- Friday 1-07-11
Time- 4:45-5:20
First let me identify my first of many mistakes for this initial foray into daily hooping...
I set the timer.
Bad bad bad girl! I know better than that. It doesn't matter what I'm doing or what type of feeling it evokes...I'm a time watcher! That's one of the reasons I hated working in the hospital. I had 12 nonstop hours of constant time checks. So my 30 minutes was broken into the first 20, the next five, and finally- measuring the last of my time by the remaining two songs and ignoring the buzzer. So technically speaking...I went above and beyond into the land of minimal over achiever by a measly ~5 minutes.
My second mistake...
I was feelin' kinda funky already. AM coffee high dropping me down, computer sucking my life away, darkness settling over the town, so motivation was difficult to find. But I found it....not enough to make me change into more appropriate hoop clothes. Ahem...jeans... bad idea number 2.
Alas...I prevailed and was able to enjoy some of the tunes on the hoopcity playlist and make the most of my scheduled rotational time. Initial work on doubles, trying not to think of each move before attempting it. It's getting remarkably easier. Not that I have mastered all or have stopped learning, but I have dropped out of the "learner" description lately. I forgot how it's hard to fall into your own rhythm. It takes a lot of time, practice, devotion to yourself and your hoop and mostly forgiveness to bust it out. I so easily go with what is familiar to me, what feels good. It was nice to break my mold.
Then I broke into the "body rocker"- with doubles and the only goal to keep them in sync. Bigger hoop with outflow of chest hooping. Reminding myself to be the oil. But what about my feet? They were moving crazy! Ah!
Lastly...just trying to move and forget and relax, and not think about the time.
And so my 35 minutes ended on a beautiful song by Bonobo (Stay the same) which makes me always feel very open and introspective and sensitive and probably at the right time of the month- very teary eyed as well.
A good intro... and my funk is gone
Today is the first day of the 30 day challenge. I am relaying my experience of hooping for 30 minutes each day to all of my fellow hoopers on the HSH facebook page. This daily hooping is supposed to push us into the waters of developing a self focused practice. One that leaves behind distractions (hopefully), pushes our boundaries, helps us incorporate a little smidge of our 12 hour wakefulness for one on one time with our hoop, and overall make us better patrons of the world and our own lives. That's alot for 30 minutes of hooping a day to live up to! Somehow I think it will succeed!
Day- Friday 1-07-11
Time- 4:45-5:20
First let me identify my first of many mistakes for this initial foray into daily hooping...
I set the timer.
Bad bad bad girl! I know better than that. It doesn't matter what I'm doing or what type of feeling it evokes...I'm a time watcher! That's one of the reasons I hated working in the hospital. I had 12 nonstop hours of constant time checks. So my 30 minutes was broken into the first 20, the next five, and finally- measuring the last of my time by the remaining two songs and ignoring the buzzer. So technically speaking...I went above and beyond into the land of minimal over achiever by a measly ~5 minutes.
My second mistake...
I was feelin' kinda funky already. AM coffee high dropping me down, computer sucking my life away, darkness settling over the town, so motivation was difficult to find. But I found it....not enough to make me change into more appropriate hoop clothes. Ahem...jeans... bad idea number 2.
Alas...I prevailed and was able to enjoy some of the tunes on the hoopcity playlist and make the most of my scheduled rotational time. Initial work on doubles, trying not to think of each move before attempting it. It's getting remarkably easier. Not that I have mastered all or have stopped learning, but I have dropped out of the "learner" description lately. I forgot how it's hard to fall into your own rhythm. It takes a lot of time, practice, devotion to yourself and your hoop and mostly forgiveness to bust it out. I so easily go with what is familiar to me, what feels good. It was nice to break my mold.
Then I broke into the "body rocker"- with doubles and the only goal to keep them in sync. Bigger hoop with outflow of chest hooping. Reminding myself to be the oil. But what about my feet? They were moving crazy! Ah!
Lastly...just trying to move and forget and relax, and not think about the time.
And so my 35 minutes ended on a beautiful song by Bonobo (Stay the same) which makes me always feel very open and introspective and sensitive and probably at the right time of the month- very teary eyed as well.
A good intro... and my funk is gone
Lights, Camera, Freeze
I'm working towards being more into my own self discovery and actually documenting it. I hate being on video- i don't hate it per say...but when I know...when I feel the pressure of the glare of the camera...I can't function properly. My mind stops...I am no longer a free flowing being, but rather a step by step, monotonous, trouble prone, calloused robot moving round and round. I freeze. It's a classic response, I'm sure.
So I'm trying to video document myself, my progress, and not get caught up in the fact the most of the things I capture will only be seen by my eyes. It's a process, right? I see it too when I perform... my mind goes blank, I switch to cruise control at the highest speed possible, I make dumb faces, and lose so much of the muscle memory I've gained. My skill is minimal and in the end...I'm breathless and wishing I had done so much more.
So this year- I'm going to work on shedding my camera fright, post monthly practice videos, and be more generous to myself.
It's time to reinvent my wheel....smoother this time, please
So I'm trying to video document myself, my progress, and not get caught up in the fact the most of the things I capture will only be seen by my eyes. It's a process, right? I see it too when I perform... my mind goes blank, I switch to cruise control at the highest speed possible, I make dumb faces, and lose so much of the muscle memory I've gained. My skill is minimal and in the end...I'm breathless and wishing I had done so much more.
So this year- I'm going to work on shedding my camera fright, post monthly practice videos, and be more generous to myself.
It's time to reinvent my wheel....smoother this time, please
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