I took my 15 year old niece to yoga. It was her first time. I practiced in the same class, but hid behind a pillar away from her so she could live the experience for herself without influence from me. I’m so proud of her.

It was a privilege to speak to her afterwards and again to experience that feeling of interest, curiosity, confusion and exhaustion, that inevitably comes with a first class. And it was hot yoga too, so the girl has guts :-)

And it was good for me too. Sometimes I focus on the things I can’t do yet, and fail to reflect just how far I’ve progressed. They may be small steps but they are steps nevertheless, and 15 years of taking small steps might not win races, but quite a bit of distance is covered. A good day.