A year older....

Today marks another year that has gone by - another year older but none the wiser. Physically, I feel better than ever - honestly, I don't feel a day over the age of twenty-seven. Twenty-seven being the age that I started my yoga practice. I still remember my first yoga class at the Sports Club of Canada on King and Yonge in Toronto. The teacher was Andrea and it was a beginner's class. I still remember struggling through my first class - the hour seemed to go by so slowly. My pre-class thought of yoga being easy vanished ten minutes into class - after a few downward dogs, my wrists were burning. I could barely do any postures that require strength. In spite of feeling as if I was in hell, I did walked out of class feeling happier and lighter. That was my first yoga experience. Since then, I have been practicing yoga regularly especially lately (having too much free time on hand). Yoga has become such a big part of my daily life that I can't even imagine my life without it. Hopefully it had helped me into becoming a better person - most certainly it had given me increased confidence in my own physical ability and believing in possibilities. I thank the teachers who not only inspired me in my asanas (physical side of yoga) but also the beautiful spiritual aspect of yoga.

On a different note, I should really thank my parents for bringing me into this world and to have given me all the guidance throughout the years. No thank-yous will ever be enough to show my gratitude towards my parents for all the opportunities that they have provided and continue to provide for me. I am so lucky to have these two incredible individuals as my parents.