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Although yoga is supposedly noncompetitive, I can’t help that my Alpha nature requires that I go for the hardest variation of every pose, always pushing my limits as far as possible.
Edward Vilga -
I learned early on that most yoga poses are about showing off. You find something amazing you can do, and suddenly, Shazam—you’re a guru, ready for your groupies.
Edward Vilga
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Corpse Pose sounds like no big deal, right? Then what’s so difficult about this spiritualized snooze? Forget about getting your feet behind your head. Just try lying still for ten minutes. With nothing left to do, you’re finally forced to come face to face with yourself.
Edward Vilga -
Like DiMaggio putting daily flowers on Marilyn’s grave, I find myself compulsively drifting past here every day in a vigil that only reinforces my unredeemability.
Edward Vilga -
Over the years, I have perfected my “just rolled out of bed” style by, more often than not, just rolling out of bed. I’ve cultivated the look since I’ve found that ladies like my messy hair—it’s an excuse to run their fingers through it. More important, it’s yet another component to my whole strategy: nothing works better in a wolf’s quest for getting laid than looking like you’ve just gotten laid.
Edward Vilga -
Never invest so much in anyone romantically that you lose your head. The Buddha of casual sex, I remain detached at all costs.
Edward Vilga -
I just know about sweat and frustration. And that what I once thought was impossible somehow doesn't always stay that way permanently. One day it's suddenly easy and accessible, and mostly because I've stopped struggling against it. I've just accepted where I am, keep showing up, and then the change just happens.
Edward Vilga