self-acceptance

This morning at yoga an acquaintance asked me “How did you get so good at yoga?” I listened to myself respond about how I’m actually not good at yoga–and very inflexible–and that yoga teaches me to stay with hard things. During class a different answer appeared; self acceptance. When I started yoga in my twenties I often found myself frustrated, comparing myself to my classmates. Instead of working at my ability and from the inside out, I contorted myself from the outside, striving to attain the “look” of a pose (tight hamstrings be damned). People… Read More »Sometimes self acceptance means a Charlie Brown stamp on a condolence card