True, true words. Okay, so he did dedicate his entire life to yoga, which does help, but still true words!
I can’t say that I religiously practice my yoga, but I do have some sort of practice going on. And I’m okay with that. I’m okay with the fact that my progress in Ashtanga is super-slow and that I can’t ever imagine being able to lift myself up into a headstand or back-bend.I’m okay with the fact that some days I just can’t make it to the studio, or even onto my mat at home. I’m okay with some days being good and some days a train-wreck. I’m okay with the occasional retarded chicken practice. I’m okay with being the eternal beginner.
You know why?
Because it is MY practice. I get out of it what I want to and it all belongs to me. That’s the beauty of Ashtanga – once you know the sequence of postures and the basics, you make it your own, whatever that may be.
It’s mine and I love it.
(I had a longer blog post written and all ready to go when my internet failed me and I lost it all, so you got the summarised version now…)