Yesterday, I found the courage to try again tripod headstand. And although I’m comfortable with the traditional headstand using forearms, this tripod version feels scary to me.
Since my early childhood, my parents would tell me I should have good grades at school so I could have a well-paid job. So I thought that once I landed it my life would be better.
I’ve been practicing yoga on and off since 2012. I’d do just a couple of rounds of the sun salutation for maybe 2 or 3 weeks. Then at some point, I’d just stop and come back at it only when I’d feel down (mostly because of breakups…)
I used to get mad whenever I heard people say, “You should be happy with what you have.” Now I realize I was wrong.
I remember practicing it for the first time back in April and I couldn’t understand how people were able to lift their knees up on their forearms.
All I want is to feel good. And if it means stretching for only 10 min or practicing headstand endlessly then I’m happy.
It’s when I think I don’t have time for yoga that I know it’s the best moment to practice. Even if it’s just staying in savasana and carefully paying attention to my breathing, it still counts.
The first time I tried to lift one leg up in bridge pose was during one yoga class back in June.
I wanted to work on the flying pigeon pose the other day. But after a few minutes of practice and a LOT of frustration, I knew it wouldn’t happen because:
When I started my yoga journey, I used to be bothered whenever my daughter was interrupting me.