At the age of 34, I stood in front of the mirror, watching myself filled with children and work – my waist and back were stiff like an iron plate, and my emotions were always carried away by the crying and trivialities of my children’s lives.
Even the time to catch my breath peacefully became a luxury.
It wasn’t until I encountered yoga and practiced it for over a year that I realized the “relaxation” in life is never something we wait for, but something we practice.
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