Twisted.

I love/love/hate yoga. I love the moments of bliss and self-realization I receive from practicing, and I love/hate the moments of blinding clarity I encounter regarding my never-ending desire to control all the things outside of my control. I know this is a good thing. I have a place to safely reflect on the fact that I’m comparing and competing with nearly every single person in the room. It’s atrocious. And awesomely sobering. 

I was in a class once where we

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