I happened to be at a studio where no one knew me. I was sick and feeling unable to do even the tiniest pose. I just wanted somewhere to go and feel sick and try to breathe through it.
During my first practise there I spent much of the time in child’s pose and found most people assumed I was new to yoga, rather than an instructor. I felt a liberation. I could hide in the crowd and just be present with not feeling well.
Sometimes there IS a joy in being as “bad,” as “broken,” and as “imperfect” as you want, and not having anyone say or expect anything from you. That is how The Imperfect Yogi was born.