Trying Tai Chi… Again
I’m cautiously optimistic
When I was in my 30s, my friend and I enrolled in a Tai Chi class at our local adult education center. Our first clue that we might have made a mistake was seeing the instructor sneaking one last cigarette before class.
During the class, we were instructed to expand our auras — and my friend; standing 6' away, whipped around because she swore she could feel…