I put my inner teenager in a pistachio shell. She had the nerve to say no to my big f* yes.
Finally, I was on my way to teach at a yoga festival I’d dreamed of for years. And she was like, “I don’t want to do this. Please don’t make me go.”
My reply: “Babe, this is what we wanted.… Isn’t it?”
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