external help. I was forced to acknowledge the
responsibility for my own stupidity and
impatience and do my own research to fix
myself.
The pain was one of my best teachers. It
sharpened my learning curve. I had to listen to
my body, be gentle with it. Otherwise, it just
hurt badly. My physical condition didn’t allow
me to continue with attempts to jump over my
head and perform asanas that were beyond my
level.
Instead, I learned about the beauty of
simplicity. I added focus and mindfulness into
my practice. So, easy poses started giving me
incredibly profound experiences.
KICK 3. And finally, I was blessed with a kid,
and I’m raising her as a single mom. In a way,
it’s a life constraint, but it gives me multiple
benefits in my practice.
First of all, I have to lie in Shavasana with kids’
songs in the background. So, I’m forced to
improve my concentration power.
Secondly, I can’t afford a 1,5-hour practice. I
have 15-20 mins all in all. And in between my
kid can come up, bring a ukulele and make me