My first encounter with yoga happened almost fifteen years ago. I was a freshman in high school and went up to my room, turned on the tv, and stumbled upon the fitness network. A show had just started and it began with these women doing poses with this strange dark watery scenery and these very mystical sounds in the background. I had no idea what I was watching. But I kept watching and felt almost hypnotized by their movement. I started watching this show daily for the remainder of my high school years and kept a very quiet personal practice. I was an odd duck in high school, I was what some people would refer to as an “emo” kid, and practicing yoga alone in my room helped me feel connected to something more powerful. I began to dig deeper into the philosophy side of things and tried my best to embody my practice mentally and physically. As a teenager, this was very difficult but I always tried my best.