Yesterday I woke up at 6h30 and practiced for 1h30. It felt sooo good 🥰 I wasn’t expecting to practice that much but since Ellie was still sleeping, I took advantage of it and practiced as much as my body would allow me to.
I started doing yoga back in April and at first, it was because of a knee injury that was preventing me from running. I still wanted to stay active and yoga seemed like an appropriate solution for me.
Until a week ago, I used to wake up at the same time as Ellie. Usually around 8 or 9AM.
If you want to have the most delicious meal you’ve ever had in your entire life, there’s no need to spend a fortune going to a Michelin 3-star restaurant to eat food prepared by a famous chef.
Yesterday I found the courage to try doing the tripod headstand again. 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.