February 12, 2016

I was not a gymnast or a dancer, for heaven's sake I could barely touch my toes... So when I first started practising yoga, I would get frustrated. The perfectionist and Type A in me always pushed harder and strived more. My ego would surface during every class, ignoring all of my body's signals to slow down and breathe. I realised that I cared way too much about what others thought of me. It was almost as if I was determined to show to all the other practitioners in the room how strong I was, how flexible I was. And did they give a damn? Hell no. It sounds pretty ridiculous when you put it into words. Or maybe it wasn't about the others at all, perhaps I was determined to prove something to myself, out of fear that I would be a failure? Why do...

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