in the search to find one's rhythm/focus, one discovers Pavlovian tricks that create oases in a mental no-man's-land.
rhythm:
finally found my fave yogi (she is an absolute unorthodox soundtrack) and lucked out on a fanatic/fantastic cardio instructor who subbed for turbokick, boot camp, and step sculpt = hard-earned exhaustion
focus:
catching up with my mentor yesterday, who's witnessed, coached, suffered my multiple metamorphoses, knowing me for ~20% of my life.
true teachers never lose sight of elemental truths.
