Tonight I had the most nourishing, wholesome and goddamn beautiful experience of my life.
I’m not even joking.
There was a moment – alright, a few moments – where I was so flooded with serotonin, and peace, and (hold tight, it’s coming…) love, I nearly burst into fucking tears right there on the mat.
Does anyone else float out of a yoga class on a bed of bliss?
I haven’t had time for yoga recently. Or actually, I haven’t made time. I’ve been so busy with work, projects, training and general life that the idea of setting aside some time to just breathe was out of the question.
Which is funny because the one thing that would balance everything out is yoga.
I’ve realised, from flirting with it for a good couple of years now, that it’s something I really *need* in my life. I’ve been dining out on amazing free classes and intro offers for too long.
It’s time to invest.
I’m gonna spend the next few weeks trying out different Brighton yoga, meditation and mindfulness classes to find the ones to commit to. I’ll bring you my findings soon but for now, let’s look at why so bloody awesome:
Why does yoga make you high?
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