Sitting on a Phone Book
Wherein Our Heroine
Pulls up a Chair.
Occasionally, while cruising around the
old blogosphere, I really feel like a kid who insisted on sitting at the
grownups' table and must be involved in all of their conversations. There are
so many people out there who have been doing this for a long time. Who am I to
think I have anything new to say (often I don't) or anything anyone wants to
read (readership numbers mostly trend upwards, but that
must
be a fluke, right?)?
Then I
remember my saying for new Yoga students - nobody was born knowing how to do
this. Everybody starts somewhere. And nobody starts by being perfect. It's
why we call it a
"practice."
Why am I grounding
my blogging rationalizations in Yogaspeak? Well, Dear Readers, I am subbing for
my Yoga teacher on Sunday. Cue the shrieking violin music from
Psycho,
because I am more than slightly freaked out. I am also excited. My teacher
announced to the class on Sunday that I would be subbing for her, and people
actually said they were looking forward to it. Since my greatest fear (aside
from someone injuring him or herself under my aegis) is that nobody would show
up, that was both gratifying and
terrifying.
Therefore, the
Yoga/blogging analogy is less strained than usual. It's a horrible thought to
have: "What if I put up a website and
nobody
comes?" But you came, Dear Reader.
And you were kind. The Yoga students will come on Sunday, and they will be kind
as well.
I hope.
Posted: Tuesday - October 19, 2004 at 08:08 AM
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