I learned to meditate from a Yoga teacher who was so slim, you barely noticed he was there. And he would say things like “breathe in breathe out” in a voice that he thought was soothing, but actually sounded like cats fighting. He would always push me to do more, to be better, to start a family, but then one day I met him outside of school, at a restaurant and I wished him good morning at around 6 pm. He never spoke to me since.

My way

It’s nice to add your own uniqueness, that little touch of “you” to whatever it is that you like to do, be it singing or cooking. It brings out the excitement in everything, except when you do Yoga “your” way and end up with such a frikkin bad back ache that you even question the integrity of the mattress that served you so well for the past 3 years.