Just practically speaking, I don’t think I was ever meant to do yoga. I have terrible balance, am horribly coordinated and am far from graceful in my movements. Let me give you a few examples:

  • At age 10, I walked straight through my aunt’s sliding screen door and ate it on the deck. Yep, I just busted right through the thing. Can you say low awareness of surroundings?
  • In my junior year of high school I was part of Oregon’s Junior Miss competition (I always like to issue a disclaimer that it was a scholarship competition, not a pageant — and no, I did not win anything). After practicing the opening routine for about two weeks, I was still placed in the back row so I could copy the girls who knew what they were doing in front.
  • I have fairly lanky limbs and pronated feet to boot — when I’m balancing on one leg, I look like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

I found yoga basically out of necessity. I moved to Seattle without a single friend for an internship straight out of college, so when the first person I met invited me to class, you bet I was there. But there was something else that kept me coming back every week.

I’m now several years into my PR career at Edelman and earning my Master’s degree in Communication in Digital Media at the University of Washington at night. This is a blog about an average girl in the city who is just struggling to find balance and herself — all through the spirituality of yoga. Namaste.

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