Happy Yogaversary To Me

10 years ago today, I wandered into a Bikram yoga studio in lower Manhattan feeling betrayed, heartbroken, anxious, and lost. I remember every detail of that first class: the view of the Flatiron building across the street, the woefully unabsorbent fabric of my outfit, the name of the kind student to my right (Hilary, and I never saw her again) who graciously demonstrated anything I didn’t immediately understand. I emerged from my first hot yoga class drenched and exhausted, but like a fire had been ignited within me. From my first 90 minutes focusing, breathing, and balancing on a mat, I knew I had found home. I’ve written a lot about the benefits of yoga with regard to my violin playing, b

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