perfectionist? me??
My yoga teacher and I have a running joke about my perfectionism. She finds it laughably funny, but at the same time, I think she respects my innate need to get it “right.” This in contrast to my friend TL, who will just throw herself into the pose. Ellen will say to her, “You are compensating for precision with flexibility,” but she will say to me, “Let your hip be out of alignment. Go ahead. Try it.” It’s helping me explore the poses from new angles, but it goes against everything I think I should be doing.
