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 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.

It’s been 4 years now that I decided to make a big change in my life.

On my quest to find myself, I thought that life coaching was my passion. I had big plans for it but none of them worked out. Over time, I became so obsessed about finding my passion that one day I just broke down and stopped trying so hard.

It’s been 4 years (already!) that I made the decision to quit my job.