When I was about 3 years old my mom and I were out shopping and she got me an Easter egg to snack on. She thought it was such a wonderful treat that any child would LOVE to have. I took the egg and threw it away, grabbing instead for the salty pepperette she had
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If there is no discomfort, there can be no freedom. I was thinking about that while walking my dog the other day. I was thinking about yoga at the time, how giving in to the discomfort and not letting myself get out of challenging poses in order to explore the true depth of the pose.