The yoga class was being hosted in Chinatown, something that seemed fitting; the universe has a sense of humor like that. I walked past my favorite dumpling place and zipped and unzipped my leather jacket as I walked. It was 10am and Chinatown was pretty much deserted. I had a lot of space to think. Yoga. Me. Again. I wonder if I’m going to cry in the middle of Downward Dog.
I have nothing against yoga. It's just that I was introduced to it in a punishing way by my mother. In high school—I guess I was about 14 at the time—she was slowly beginning to catch on [...]