Do something every [n] days that scares you
With respect to Eleanor Roosevelt, I’d be living a pretty frayed life if I did something daily that scared me. Unless you count driving in downtown Boston, which honestly, you could (and I do that twice a day).
Upon talking with a lot of my friends and acquaintances, many of us agree that this time of year is more of a significant new year than January 1st, even though none of us are in school any more. This, to me, is truly the best time of year to try something new.
That picture above shows you just about the extent of my athleticism, though in the past two weeks I’ve both joined a gym (for the millionth time) and signed up for yoga classes (that one’s totally new). No matter how many times I’ve failed in the past, I just have to keep going, even if it’s only to fail once again. Maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment, or just damned lazy.
In any case, I had my first yoga class today (at Back Bay Yoga Studio — excellent place!) and, while it kicked my butt, I quite enjoyed it. Perhaps because I’d used some yoga DVDs at home in the past I wasn’t new to concepts like child pose or downward dog or warrior poses, which may have made this very first class a smidgen easier. But not much, because it was still work! And I was sweating bullets, but afterwards I felt (and still do feel!) absolutely fantastic.