Mar. 18th, 2009

qos: (Elizabeth Volta)
Last night's Nia class was the best yet. My hips were even more open and flexible, the choreography was all familiar, and my stamina is improving. I felt comfortable, like I was no longer a newbie.

After class I stopped to tell my teacher that being able to move my hips as freely as I had that night constituted a personal victory for me. She told me that she watches people out of the corner of her eye as she leads (no mirror, we're facing a wall of glass that looks out onto a garden), and that she's been delighted to see my progress.

Then she said, You're very graceful.

Me?
Graceful?

I'm not usually one to downplay compliments, but I had a hard time accepting this. I have never considered myself graceful. Dignified, yes. Having strong presence, yes. I have excellent posture. But graceful?? Never. And particularly not in the body I have right now.

I didn't say all that to her, but I did express surprise and tell her that I'd never considered myself graceful. "You really are," she said. "It's something that really caught my attention."

Okay. . . I'm graceful.

Ummm. . . wow
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