06/08/2026
I never know what’s gonna happen in my yoga practice until I’m in it. And I’m not alone.
A student came in last week nursing a sore hip flexor. She figured it would be a rough practice and told me she was going to cut it short.
Twenty minutes in, she was laughing at herself. Her body had softened, the movement felt therapeutic, and it was nothing like what she expected.
It reminded me of when I first started practicing.
I had romanticized the practice and how it would affect me. I thought yoga would make me calmer, kinder, more at peace.
Instead it brought up an enormous amount of pure and unadulterated anger and resentment. Not at all what I signed up for.
It turned out my body had been storing years of unmet needs. The practice didn’t give me what I wanted. But it definitely gave me what I needed.
That’s the thing about expectations. When you can let them go, what shows up is usually exactly what you need (even if you can only see it in hindsight).
