There’s a particular kind of dread a lot of us know well. It’s Sunday night, tomorrow’s class still isn’t planned, and you’re staring at a blank page wondering what on earth you’re going to teach. One week you overthink every pose, every transition, every word . . ....
There’s a soundtrack playing inside you right now Right now, three tracks are playing inside you. One is heavy—the energy that hits snooze for the third time. One is wired—the one drafting tomorrow’s class at 2 a.m. and scrolling for sequence ideas you’ll never use....
