You know that feeling when you're supposed to be the expert, the one showing everyone else how it's done, but inside you're just... falling apart? Like, I'm a yoga instructor, 47, and lately just holding a goddamn tree pose feels like my knees are gonna explode, my balance is shot. It’s like, how can I tell people to find their center when mine’s just... gone? Sometimes it feels like the universe is just fucking with you, you know?
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