My yoga gets easier with age. It has a letting go quality. Weaving multiple traditions with curiosity and experience. I gave up trying to conquering my body. Fatigue was throwing me off my baseline. There is no pure anything. I’m always changing. Why am I holding on to what was? Making peace with myself. Acceptance. Deep water of that peace. My own restlessness, comparing. Why neglect ourself? You can fake yoga. It’s the other part.