My “can’t really care” is also not the “How many fucks I’m not going to give” meme that makes the social media rounds. I’m not propounding rebellion and recognizing my own voice—though I applaud that step in time. I’m not embracing my bad habits, defiantly poised against corporate motherhood telling us to eat our broccoli and go to the gym.
To find my pulse and my breath, my mind had to overcome a raft of un-yoga-like thoughts. How unfortunate that this guide had trained in the school of routine random use of a place-too-high-in-the-register. Weeks earlier I struggled against the same difficulty with a Pilates instructor. I know my attention to voice, rhythm and breathing [...]