Legs crossed, back straight, imagining a string that pulls me upward. Just like the instructor says. Posture matters. So does breath.
Each week I try to escape my mental reality.
She says, “Set an intention for your practice.”
I come here each week to calm my jagged nerves. I come here for calm, but my mind wonders. “Why does each day suck so much? Why can’t I be grateful for all goodness?”
She says, “Find a mantra. Choose a Sankalpa. This is your practice and level of commitment. Control your breath, control your life.”
Instead, my brain screams for calm.
100-word challenge: CALM