Aerial Yoga: My Newest Love Affair

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I often operate under the delusion that I can control everything. I like to think I can control situations and the outcomes of those situations, and I’m sure you’d be surprised to learn that is rarely the case. There are actually very few things in life that are in your control, and I’m learning that growing up and being an adult means finding a way to accept that and exist in that reality.

This is me getting super introverted and deep, all to tell you how obsessed I am with my new fitness studio. Like, how anticlimactic is that?

I started taking classes at Air Aerial Fitness in LA a few months ago. First of all, I hugely underestimated the strength and energy required for aerial yoga, so I preceded my first class with an hour long barre class at Pop Physique (if you’ve ever done barre, you know it’s the physical equivalent of melting your muscles into a thick jelly). I had to let my teacher know up front that she wouldn’t be getting 100% effort from me that day. But even after I faked my way through several thousand plies (because my teacher was a literal freaking ballerina.), I still mustered up the strength to get into the hammock and try my first inversion.

I find this balance when I’m flying between working my ass off, being self-sufficient and carrying my own weight—and letting myself literally be held up and trusting that things are aligned in a way where I’m not going to fall. Trusting that the hard work led to the foundation that keeps me from falling. I’m learning to let go and just be still enough to realize that the pressure and the pain of the hammock digging into my thigh is what’s keeping me where I need to be.

Yoga, whether it’s in the air or on the ground, is all about learning more about yourself. It’s about expanding your limitations, facing fears, achieving small goals and discovering what you’re capable of. When I started flying, I learned that all I’m ever really looking for in a situation is stability. I always want to feel secure, and that has nothing to do with what I can and can not control, and everything to do with perception and internal peace. Recognizing your position and adapting to it. Even when things look precarious, if you’ve put in the work, the foundation is often there. After all, as many times as I’ve been suspended six feet in the air, I’ve yet to actually hit the floor.

4 thoughts on “Aerial Yoga: My Newest Love Affair

  1. I am extremely proud of your unique independence. Your writing is exquisite!!!! California fits you well! Keep on keeping on!!!

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