I finally went to yoga tonight. I have found my new home. I spent the most of class with my eyes closed, and Don was there with me, guiding me through the poses. My instructor’s class set-up and voice are just like his, he even has the same walk. I even made a discovery about myself. My hip issues are not the internal struggle between the masculine and feminine, it’s an internal issue in forgiving my relationship with my father, and the men in my life. My dad and I didn’t have a good relationship up till recently, in fact, it was outright violent at some points. Of course, it didn’t help that the gender roles in my household were totally messed up. My dad was the cold nurturer and my mum was the nurturing bread-winner. But it was a nice revelation. Now to resolve it.