Yoga is a huge part of my life. Honestly, without it – I’d feel incomplete. It’s also one of those practices that can never truly be mastered. There’s always a more challenging variation to try, like handstand. I just can’t do it. There’s something about throwing myself upside down (away from the wall) that brings up all sorts of crazy fear. It feels totally unknown. Yet I imagine that once in it — I’d feel totally free. The unknown leads to freedom? There may be something to that. But I don’t really know for sure. Because aside from that fleeting moment when I kick myself up and I feel like *wow am I really going to stay here* I’ve always come right back down. The upside to this going upside down thing? I can always give it another go.