By Victoria Jackson
I like coffee, sunshine, hugs and pyjamas. I prefer them to tea, drizzle, aloofness or dungarees. We all have our preferences. I like to think mine give me some charming and unique character. On a more practical level I also think they help me navigate all those trivial choices I’m confronted with every day – what to eat for breakfast, the clothes I wear (it can’t always be pyjamas, alas!), which route to take to work, and so on. I don’t need to think so much about these things, I just go with what I like. In yoga too, as in life, I have my preferences: the teachers I like, my favourite spot in the yoga room, the leggings I look cutest in. And that’s before we even get to the first sun salutation of class. Because, of course, I have my preferences in yoga poses too. There are the ones I love and the ones I would never choose to practice on my own without the teacher leading me there.