There’s this movement class in NYC called The Class. I know, the name makes it sound a little snooty. But hear me out. So what is it? It’s a cathartic movement practice.
At a friend’s suggestion, I decided to go because she said that there is just something about it. It is an entirely different kind of class on its own. There was shouting, inspirational talk, and movement. My mindset at the time was that I was not working out at all and I was definitely feeling the blues from the lack of body movement. It is a great relief after or before work to either set you up powerfully for your day or to help release any caca vibes experienced throughout the day at the end of the day.
It’s the best and cheapest therapy session that I ever paid for and better than any drink you’d have. Because let’s be honest, throughout the day most of us are concealing our emotions and then taking it home with us where it festers even more. These toxic emotions stick with you and eventually will make you sick. This movement practice helps release that tension in your body so that one feels stronger when they leave and a readiness to take on the world. I should know, I got addicted to it from just one class. I always feel stronger after it. I went consistently three times a week for two years. I released and felt my feels so much. I am an entirely new person. This class goes really well with any kind of therapy. It was actually a really nice replacement for traditional therapy, which was what I was seeking out when I heard about The Class. Needless to say, finding a good therapist in Manhattan is like finding a needle in a haystack and all of them have little to no availability. What’s the real question we should be asking? Why is there a therapist shortage or is there a sharp increase in demand for therapy? I got turned down from ten therapist in a week.
In The Class, I was able to do all the things I would’ve done in a traditional therapy session. I processed my feelings, cried, shouted, moved it through, and TONED my bum. Something to check out. You know where to find me ;).