It’s my one-year anniversary, roughly. Before I get pelted with accusatory admonishments about forgetting the exact date of my anniversary, let me clarify: it’s my one year anniversary of daily yoga. I had been doing yoga before I committed to a daily practice, but it was an on and off thing. Inconsistent practice led to inconsistent results, and being some-what a perfectionist, I found myself frustrated. I reminisced on childhood experiences with my mother’s 1970’s yoga book. It had large, mysterious…