It’s taken nearly two months of yoga two to three times a week, but tonight I conclusively touched my toes. Gripped my feet and straightened my legs. For most humans this is not cause for celebration, but for a lanky unco like me this is a momentous event. Seriously, the last time I managed this feat was at least a decade ago. The whole process is finally starting to make sense to my body and it’s bloody satisfying.

Some days, you gotta take the little wins.