You’ve been talking about yoga for years. You’re going to try it. Soon. Tomorrow. Next week. But, you’re too busy, too tired, too inflexible…fill in the blank. Maybe you are scared of yoga—that you won’t be good at it, that everyone will laugh at you in the back of class trying to figure out what in the world is happening.
My first yoga class was in the NYU gym. I was 18 and on the bagel, pizza and cereal diet of a student. Holistic wellness wasn't necessarily on my radar and I went to class mostly because I wanted a bohemian experience that would fuel my assumed New York artiste persona. That was the same year I pierced my ear, wore yellow tinted glasses, and sported a beret on occasion. Yoga was to be another fashionable accessory.