I did yoga today. Casually!
Then I realized, I hadn’t touched it for years.
Poses that used to feel easy now came with negotiations.
Forty minutes in, I was drenched in sweat,
my legs shaking like they’d lost faith in me.
I’ve been sitting too much lately.
I even gave myself a noble excuse — learning from turtles,
observing quietly, saving energy.
(The turtle would probably roll its eyes.)
But while shaking, something clicked.
Yoga, ballet, martial arts, any discipline, really
all come down to a few basic movements.
Some people repeat them for decades
and feel they’ve gained nothing.
Others repeat the same things daily and one day realize
something has changed.
Not the movement. The body knows more.
Someone who’s kicked for ten years lifts their leg differently.
Not to show off. Just time living inside the body.
Repetition isn’t scary. What’s scary is repeating without noticing.
Once you pay attention, repetition becomes full of variations.
Same movement, different order. Different music,
different sensation. Different teacher, different understanding.
Even shifting attention from “holding on” to “breathing” changes everything.
Boredom isn’t caused by repetition.
It happens when you’re no longer present.
Everything truly valuable hides inside repetition,
patiently waiting for you to come back.
—— 潯珩の亂筆 ｜ XC Scribbles · 柒拾玖 LXXIX 🌀
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