I don’t always feel like doing the right thing.
Last week I taught three yoga classes in a row. Four and a half lovely, life-affirming hours on heart openers and non-judgement, all to the hypnotic sitar sounds of Ravi Shankar. And then the weirdest thing happened… By the time I split, all I wanted to do was go home, put on all black, listen to Depeche Mode and smoke about a carton of Marlboro Reds.
I settled instead for Neil Young and some Otter Pops… Click here to read on!