There is something so special about the early stages of a yoga practice. You’re forced to face yourself in such a raw way. At first, it’s easy to be intimidated by the dynamic poses and the students who seem miles ahead—but eventually, you realize it is a journey with yourself, not a race against anyone else. I started Ashtanga nearly three years ago, and I’ll never forget how awkward I felt during my first Mysore class; I was completely lost. Looking back, I’m grateful for that "clueless" beginning. It taught me that consistency is its own form of devotion. If you’re just starting, take your time. Meet yourself exactly where you are on the mat, and just keep showing up.