For the most part, this is just fine. At other times, it bugs me--I compare myself to other gazelle-like teachers with beautiful outer forms, and I feel clumsy and limited. Or just like a garden variety dorkwad.
But yoga is what re-introduced me to my body after years of neglect and contempt, and I don't want to let it become the thing that makes me feel ashamed of myself again.
In tea consumption news, I've been huffing this Siberian Ginseng stuff and dude it's messing with my mind. It feels almost like coffee...
I just finished this really stupid book called Aunt Dimity's Death and I am ready for somethin' new. Maybe it's time to crack Motherless Brooklyn finally. It has been recommended to me countless times.
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