There is a version of yoga culture that treats suffering as proof of work. The harder the better. The sweatier, the more legitimate. If you are not destroyed by the end, did it even count? I used to live inside that version. And then my body had something to say about it. After my health scare, I stopped feeding my ego what I can only describe as Swiss rolls of suffering. The practice became floatier, more fluid. The intensity stayed, but the intention behind it completely ch

Here’s the truth: Discipline is consistency, not punishment