I was 80 pounds overweight, inflexible, had terrible posture and sense of balance, and had about as much energy as a sloth. That’s where I was when I started my yoga practice the first time.
Are you not a size 2? Neither am I. Are you not able to touch your toes? I couldn’t either. I’m getting more flexible, but I’m no pretzel. That’s ok. The point of yoga is not to be able to look like a pretzel or look cute in that new outfit from Lululemon – it’s for you to remember the deepest part of you, that inner teacher that knows what you came here for and has been trying to nudge you toward being happy.
Problem is, you haven’t been able to hear your inner teacher, because there were too many grocery lists, too many messages to be answered, too much work to do, too many kids that needed a taxi driver. The point of yoga is to give you an inner stillness – if just for a moment – that you might be able to learn how to go back to whenever you want. You owe it to yourself to show up to class. Your inner teacher is waiting...
Sahej Anand Kaur Khalsa is a mother, tree hugger and cat lover. Midwestern by birth and southern by choice, she spends her days appreciating the simple things in life. Between smelling the magnolia blooms and watching the hummingbirds, she joyfully helps others remember their inner divinity and find their bliss!