After Noah was born, I spent many sleepless nights and sleep deprived days dreaming of the time when I’d be able to get back to my routine, my yoga mat and teaching. I vividly recall during one late night feeding session being struck by a moment of inspiration, hearing a voice inside me say “you’re going upside down in 2015!” I thought this was in reference to my asana practice, but it turned out to be so much more.
If you know me than you know that inversions are my arch nemesis—and given this insight came to me in what I thought was a moment of clarity, it was a huge leap for me. I was so excited to go upside down, that I pushed myself before I was ready. In my plight to get back to normality (whatever that means) I felt as though I was somehow stronger for having gone through a difficult pregnancy and a long, exhausting, slightly traumatic birth experience and going upside down was happening. In many ways, I am stronger, but that has nothing to do with going upside down—well, not physically anyway.
The truth is that my whole world has been upside down since the moment I found out I was pregnant. But the arrival of my sweet little boy really threw things in to overdrive.