Learning to love again.

More nostalgia on the way! I know, you think it's getting old. Like "Come on girl, get over it." But a farewell is a long process for an emotional girl. And in a fragile time of change, you gotta let her do it her way.

The absolute best way for me to get over and move forward is to run to the gym. So, Sunday night I bought a monthly pass for my Gothenburg gym and attended my first yoga class in almost a year. I knew I was exactly where I belong when the instructor told the group that the theme of the class would be "Love."

I struggled a little bit with my breathing and my focus, but I tried not to be so hard on myself. After all, the theme of the class was "Love." Instead of focusing on the bad, I gave myself credit for being stronger than I thought I would be. It was an excellent class for my body, mind and soul. I actually felt so much love, my eyes filled up with tears before saying "namaste."

To your head – For lovely thoughts. To your lips – For lovely words. To your heart – For love itself.

I love yoga and yoga makes me love life. Again and again and again – and again. I miss my NOVA gym, but my Gothenburg one is just as good. Love is all around. You just gotta let it in.

Yea, definitely gotta work on that handstand if it's gonna make the Olympics.

My dearest friend. I wonder how many times I pulled myself up here. A gazillion?