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[flutesncurls]

I don't know if it's the change in weather or the amount of water I've been drinking, but the motivation to practice today was INSANE. Since finishing school and moving to Orlando (while working basically a full time job and living in an apartment with 5 other people) finding the time and energy to practice has been rough, along with also having any kind of motivation when I do have the other two. Today I feel like something just clicked and made me realize that since there is no endgame, no jury, recital, concert, or audition, I have the freedom to not only choose what I am focusing on, I also can focus on the things I ignored for those endgames. I shifted all my focus to the music on my stand instead of the techniques that can build me up as a musician. The 100 days of practice challenge taught how much I can accomplish when I work little by little, so why not try that again. Time to just work little at a time and make small goals, and most importantly KEEP MYSELF ACCOUNTABLE! I reached out to friends to help me out on the last part because in the past I've struggled with it, so here we go! .. .. .. #flautotraverso #flute #flûte #fluteplayer #music #musician #workhardplayhard #practice #practicelog #practicejournal #altus #altusflute (at Orlando, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8m5GnngHWq/?igshid=7kc9vk714icr

[hayaminheaven]

don't mind the sock i wrapped around the head, my strings sound weird without it

[navasana]

Practice Log: Ashtanga AM 5/10/16

Pre class state: I had a full day ahead of me, with a few tricky variables to navigate, and this was my pulse from the moment I awoke. Insisting itself on my mind amidst this was the concern that I’d lose my new spot in class- an attachment I ought to get rid of before it begins. Otherwise all was alright within me.

Class experience: I’ve realized I’m in love with Yoga in much the same way that I was and remain in love with literature. Practice is like a simple story from a master writer. On the mat I could be doing nothing more than keeping my knee bent at a ninety degree angle. Like a man in a story busy with nothing more than parking his car. Mundane and yet both lend themselves to the possibility of great infusion via flow. The flow makes the detail richly alive. I think this is why I was aghast at Iyengar. The clutter of details like a cluttered story from an overzealous novice writer. These are thoughts but my class experience was feeling this love. It’s a fondness both for and from the practice.

In addition to lofty experiences of love was the fact that Ashtanga makes me sweat and I took my shirt off. This is the second class that I dared to be just in a sports bra, which, for me, is not meaningless. Regarding this, last weeks class was the landmark and I ought to get around to filling out that practice log while it still stands fresh in my memory.

Asana Highlight: I actually flipped over in the Chakrasana transition on my own. I thought doing so was going to be a really long time coming, and I think I also thought I might never actually be able to. So I was stunned, and delighted to say the least. I’ve never done such a thing even as a child. However, I tried doing it again at home and wasn’t able to.

Post class state: Before concluding with OM, my gem of an instructor suggested we imbue our OM with a specific intention for the day. So I did. My precious niece was coming to join me for Kundalini next, and I had some anxiety about how that would go down. My OM was a request that the experience should be something good given to her. OM or not, good and great was given to her.

While again I wasn’t invaded by manic endorphins, I did feel a kind of depth of happiness that I’m suspicious of. Especially as I’m dangerous when I’m happy. Without sadness keeping me a step back, or anxiety constraining me, I suddenly find I express what I want. This is scary.