They don’t know what it is to be living as you.
That is what yoga is, anyway.
Living your life.
Which is the hardest goddamned thing you will ever, ever be asked to do.
Your biceps, what are they actually capable of?
Your spine? Not yoga girl’s. Yours.
What actually happens in your mind?
What, exactly, are you capable of doing with your life?
And are you willing to show up enough times to really know the answer to that?
Yoga is not easy. Hardest freaking thing I’ve ever done. Ever seen.
Once you’re there, though, you start flying.