‘I learned that I was my own greatest teacher’
Jan 19, 2021
3 minutes
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“Having a month to take this journey felt so luxurious; there was no need to rush or push through to the aha moments – instead, they came to me”
I was that person I’m sure you’ll relate to; arms shaking in downward dog, rushing through the five breaths for which I’d been told to hold the torturous pose, then collapsing to my knees and feeling cheated – yoga was meant to be relaxing! I remember clumsily copying the teacher, singing an awkward ‘om’ at the end of class. However, after a few weeks of perseverance, I found my
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