Last week in my exercise class, the instructor kept telling us, “Lead with your heart.” And, I kept trying. Our instructor would stand tall at the front of the class and demonstrate for us: shoulders back, rib cage lifted, her heart presented forward to the world.
I grew up in ballet classes. I was practically born with ballet slippers on my feet. I know how to lead with my heart. I know how to lift my rib cage, lower my shoulders, and let my heart take me where the music leads. But, last week, in that exercise class, I couldn’t quite get it. My shoulders kept folding forward and my chin kept dipping low, closing my heart off from the world.
“Breathe,” the instructor said. “And let your heart lead.”
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