One of my adult daughters has been dragging me along to her yoga class recently. At first, I was very reluctant. I mean, that’s just some new-age hipster exercise, I thought, and I’d get a lot more out of just walking. Besides, I’m too old for yoga!
Nope. Wrong. Turns out, there are a lot of women my age in her group and, as much as I may not want to admit it (I hate being wrong, after all!) I’m actually enjoying it. A lot. I’m still on the very, very beginner poses, and I think a lot of the term are just silly, but it’s oddly relaxing and calming. And I think I am feeling a difference in my balance and, more importantly, I’m not as anxious has I was before.
Love and Balance (in multiple ways!)