yin. yang. yoga. yoghurt.

sorry, i couldn’t think of anything catchier for a title and yoghurt starts with y so…?

anyway, this post is about me embarking on yin yoga training and what’s this means for me. by all means, your experience may be completely different so take what’s useful, leave what isn’t, it’s all cool by me.

so, i am vinyasa yogi. i love movement, flow and dynamic, energetic sequences with bangin’ tunes and sweat dripping off my body. i like playing with arm balances and hanging around upside down.

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yin yoga has never really appealed to me. to be completely honest, i kind of hate it. it’s slow and soft and leaves me with waaaay too much time to think.

and you know what? that’s the answer.

i hate yin because it asks me to do something that i’m not comfortable with, and in this day and age (pardon the cliche), being uncomfortable is just not something one does. if you’re in an uncomfortable chair, you move, if you’re in an uncomfortable pose… you move. or if you’re me (which i am), you fidget and twitch and shake and made any excuse under the sun to not stay with the feeling that being stuck in that pose for five fucking minutes evokes.

some famous dude once said that “the pose begins when you want to leave it” and man, ain’t that the truth. from 2 days of yin yoga training, focusing on the breath, sinking in and just letting the feelings wash over me but not have power of me – so much bliss and just utter relief.

so yes, i had an epiphany of sorts. and no, that doesn’t mean i’m cured. and i suddenly love yin (i don’t). but being the anxious and hyperactive person that i am, i can now see why i need it. not just in yoga but in all aspects of my life. to be able to feel emotions, in their entirety and not run… phew, that’s the magic.

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namaste.

cara x