I was raised Catholic by my parents. For as far as I can remember, the whole family would go to the church every Sunday.

It hurts, and we feel like paying back, making the offender suffer just like we did.

There are some people you like who you’ve always liked, and there are people who you used to like but don’t anymore. There are also people you like now that you used to dislike, and there are people you dislike who you’ve always disliked.

If you want to have the most delicious meal you’ve ever had in your entire life, there’s no need to spend a fortune going to a Michelin 3-star restaurant to eat food prepared by a famous chef.

Yesterday I found the courage to try doing the tripod headstand again. And although I’m comfortable with the traditional headstand using forearms, this tripod version feels scary to me.

Since my early childhood, my parents would tell me I should have good grades at school so I could have a well-paid job. So I thought that once I landed it my life would be better.

I used to get mad whenever I heard people say, “You should be happy with what you have.” Now I realize I was wrong.

I remember practicing it for the first time back in April and I couldn’t understand how people were able to lift their knees up on their forearms.

All I want is to feel good. And if it means stretching for only 10 min or practicing headstand endlessly then I’m happy.

It’s when I think I don’t have time for yoga that I know it’s the best moment to practice. Even if it’s just staying in savasana and carefully paying attention to my breathing, it still counts.