The first time I wrote about barre class and my favorite teacher, Maureen, was pre-pandemic. Two months in, I’d begun to get the gist of it, could finally climb stairs afterward without groaning.
That had taken awhile.
Beginning again is not easy. Particularly when we know what lies ahead, especially when we know what lies ahead: the discomfort, the long road, the time logged before momentum.
But I’m not sure there’s a good alternative.
So, this evening, as I’m listening to Maureen on video, keenly aware of the distance I have to cover, I’ll try to remember that every road, every path, begins with beginning.
And that, as she loves to say, there is strength in stillness.