I want to share a yoga story. About 4 years ago I started yoga because of a serious back injury. I immediately fell in love with the practice. I started the same time as another guy, I still don't know his name, but often in yoga you watch what others are doing to help move into a pose. We were both equally novice at it, not very flexible, that sort of thing.
I was super keen for about a year, life became busy and I lost discipline and only went to the studio every once in awhile over the next 2 years. Determined to immerse myself in it again I refocused to do more. So there I was, three years after starting, in the studio with renewed vigour. I see the guy I started with, he has been practicing regularly for 3+ years now, he is super fit, ripped, and I am slightly disappointed in myself, thinking why didn't I keep going?
The practice begins and every once in awhile I look over and see where he is at, he hasn't really improved much at all. It was quite a shock. Even me out of practice he wasn't much better than me, I know you aren't supposed to compare, but what a a huge epiphany. It really doesn't matter how good you are at Yoga, you just have to do it.
In yoga as in life.