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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