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That time I cried in a jungle and found peace It wasn’t a glamorous Bali moment. No infinity pool. No boho outfit. I was sobbing on a yoga mat under a leaky straw roof, trying to meditate at 6:00 a.m. A gecko chirped at me. I think he was judging. But that morning changed me.
Comparison in yoga… It happens to the best of us. We’re at a yoga class (or if you’re like me these days you just log in from your living room), look around, and think to ourselves…. Do I even belong here? My yoga pants are circa 2008. My backbend isn’t as deep as it used