The quest for self-discovery still feels endless. My navel-gazing is neck-breaking. My internal interrogations make it impossible to relax. I am working on letting go of my resentments, my impatience, my perfectionism. I am learning to be gentler with myself instead of spiraling into negative self-talk and silent lectures about never doing enough, never being enough.
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How Yoga Taught Me to Respect My Body
Unlike that first experience at 27, nowadays, at 41, each time I roll out my mat I focus not on how I’d like my body to change but on how my body is. Sometimes my lower back asks me to skip upward facing dog and I respect that. Sometimes my body craves going upside down and I respect that too. I am constantly humbled by the poses I want to do but cannot. More often, though, I take pride in my newfound ability to overcome the “shoulds” and just let things be.
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