Sixteen years ago I wandered into my first yoga class in the basement of a Manhattan gym. I fell in love. Since then yoga has helped guide me through many challenges, large and small.
Eventually, I became a certified instructor. That experience brought taking my practice off my mat to a new level. These days, I’m not teaching yoga. When I have extra time, I practice Baptiste Power Vinyasa inspired hot yoga.
I have found my years of yoga naturally seep into my approach to life. If I’m lucky, between my work schedule and my young daughter, I get to yoga class once a week. However, every day I get to practice – whether I’m on my mat or not.
I am offering up these anecdotes because I would like to share this daily practice with you.
Let me be clear, I do not stroll through my days in a tranquil, Zen-like state. I’m a real person. I’m a real mom, wife, employee, sister, daughter, friend, writer, gym-goer, novel reader, yogini and occasional obsesser. I can be short tempered and short sighted. Perfection has eluded me and I am trying to be perfectly grateful for that.