Shhh....

Shhhh. It feels like a secret. My confident self, striding. It is not true. On the inside, during flow yoga, I am completely awkward. It is never "smooth as silk" like the teacher says. It's more like a juvenile bird, a fledgling. The bones and muscles and tendons don't know what to do. They are immature. Uncertain. They lack confidence, skill, practice. They wobble, jerk, flop, flail, bobble, slip and creak. I feel always off balance. Unassured, inadequate. Inside. Walking does not require the same agility. After yoga class my gooey, jello, puddle secret is tucked back under my confident stride through the parking lot. I will try to treasure it. Maybe this is Victoria's secret, too.