welcome to roaming dog yoga.
i took my first yoga class some 25 years ago. it was not love at first sight. gymnasts and dancers fall instantly in love with asana. i am neither, not by any stretch of the imagination. it was not a soul lifting experience either. it was hard work. it is still hard work. all of it. the sitting, the breathing, the concentration, the contemplation, the movement; all of it difficult and demanding.
it's all practice and the practice is what counts. not which style, Practice any style. practice is the tool that uncovers what quietly waits underneath the turmoil of everyday life: a grounded, balanced, healthy and contented self. so i practice. oh, and remember, practice doesn't make perfect.