Since my yoga teacher left, my practice stagnated.

Yoga is still meaningful for me and a constant commitment. I still practice it at least once a week.

As with my discontent, while I was practicing earlier, I felt my tears welling up. It was a humbling experience. I cannot do it alone… whoever I was before, it was because my teacher was there to support and inspire me. He believed and me and saw me grow.

Now, it has become more like a stilling and a strengthening routine. My new teacher seems to be not keen about my progress anymore. Perhaps she was stuck to the idea that I used to be good before.

I have tried a number of things, became good at it but I did not become great. I could have leveled up by joining a teacher training workshop but other priorities sprung up like I’m planning to have a baby this year.

Finding another good teacher may need time, some additional budget, effort, etc. For now, all I have is myself. I should strive harder to be better.