Practice Makes Practice
I don’t believe in accidents. I think things are as they are because we have taken part in them, because in some way we’ve chosen them. Yesterday in class, my teacher had us try something I had never tried before. By “accident”, I was able to do it. Side plank with leg extension to full spit…Vasistasana to Hanumanasana. It was fumbled, mostly because I couldn’t keep my leg lifted anymore, but I got it. I had already tried it on one side, and immediately fell out of it like a sack of potatoes. She had us sit and pause before we went to round two, and I just kept repeating in my head, “The practice makes practice”. I had already set my intention, but most times I find that what I set for myself in the first five minutes of class quickly turns into something else once I start moving. I said it one more time, and then tried again. I made one tiny adjustment that I had not previously done, and boom…success! Or something resembling success. I sat there in full splits, first in disbelief, then in pure gratitude. The practice is always changing, you can always go further. Some days it might be only a shift in your mindset, and some days you might find yourself in full split. There are no accidents, just the practice.