I did the usual things during my last day at the Beautiful Dance Store: Messed around, ate take out food, finished up a few projects (one of them being a mega-leotard organization task), wrote a lot of things off, graciously (and guiltily) accepted going away gifts, and bought a few items using my discount. This job improved immensely after I was given the security of a new teaching gig, the idea that my life was not going anywhere no longer plagued me, and the last few weeks I’ve been downright cheerful.
Of course I bought capris, my quest for the perfect pair still constant and never ending. After years of dancing on my pant cuffs, I realized I was not meant to perform in long pants. The only capris I own have a hole in the waistband, were hand crafted from an old pair of pants, and have faded to a dull grayish black. I know that all the ladies are wearing enormous, palazzo style capris with a fold over waist–a design that comes directly from the dancewear market (thank you very much, Urban Outfitters). I opted for flexibility and design from my new favorite activewear company, Marika. After perusing their website, I was thrilled by the detailed content, the yoga tips, the video demos, and the fabulous clothing!
Cute clothes aside, my interest in yoga has grown since the beginning of the summer. (Note: I know that know matter what I write, I might come off as boorish and trendy. I swear, all Chiseled-Arms-Like-Madonna-Posing-Like-I-Care-About-Christy- Turlington-Pregnant-Celebrities-Salvaging-Their-Bodies-With- Yoga-and-Pilates-bullshit aside, I want to try and write about yoga from a totally non-influenced place). Perhaps the dull weather inspired me to get out and plant my feet in the grass, strike a warrior pose, and try to calm my racing, neurotic, heart. I’ve actually never taken a formal class, only experienced yoga in the form of various modern dance warm-ups. I’ve even used yoga in my own classes, which always made me feel a little guilty, considering my lack of formal training. Honestly, the prospect of major reconstructive surgery heightened my quest for spiritual calm and sensibility. It has worked too! I have checked out about a dozen yoga books trying to fill in the holes where my own movement background has lapsed. I need to dive in and take a class, finally get that yoga training. Regardless, I want to hold fast my own personal interests and classes while embarking on my new teaching career. Motivation is crucial, and I have to constantly remind myself how fabulous I will feel after breathing deeply three times, petting my cat while hanging over my knees, and soaking in some much needed sun–while it lasts.