As we transition into the new year,
I wish us dozens of sunsets over the sea,

My son turned 7 last month. Weirdly it feels like a big milestone. I keep thinking that we actually don’t have that much time left before he makes his own choices, becomes more and more independent and the truth is, like most parents I’m sure, it really scares me.

If you've been practising with me for a while, you probably know that I generally don't come to class with a set sequence in mind. I love going with the flow and respond to the energy in the room. It's funny now thinking we used to be in the same room, right? Mats side by side, trying to avoid bumping into each other's elbows, synchronising our breaths, giving a sneaky look at the neighbour or person behind.

The other night, I was rushing around, finished work late, trying to stay on tracks timing wise to sort out dinner, bath and bedtime for my son, Zachary (as hubby works in the evenings). I put him to bed but still needed to sort out a couple of chores, before we could read a story calmly.

Through conversations with loved ones, colleagues, students, I realise how relationships are suffering from what we're going through. We are all still very much deep down into that testing experience and it is often hard to have a clear overview of our own state as well as the people's surrounding us.

In one of the most challenging years to date, I feel like we all go through some sorts of identity crisis, trying to make a sense of it all and our life. Isn't it about time then that we start seeing ourselves beyond the limits and roles society has put on us?