“I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.” - Mark Twain
I don't fear death either; I feel it's just like going to sleep but not waking up the next morning. However, I fear suffering.
However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
Progress on my second month of dedicated yoga practice... toward split
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
And everything nice,
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails
And puppy-dogs' tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
I try to keep a cheerful spirit in this holiday season, especially for my little daughter. It's not easy, knowing losing job means losing my visa, and I have to get out of the US. Working hard and being loyal didn't generate the result I expected; I didn't take a single look at the job boards in the last three years; I was fully focusing on the job with my employer.
I should have done more to make sure I am in demand on the job market. Being let go is unavoidable, sadly.
Checkpoint for four months of practice at Hotbox Yoga Studio.
I can lift into head stand in slow motion as most people do.
I am also aiming at HAND stand as my ultimate achievement if that's possible for me at all.