For me, inversions have been the ultimate status symbol of a “real” yogi since I started practicing. Now that I can do a few different variations myself, I feel so petty and small for making them the rockstars of my world. With a lot of diligent practice and trusting that my head is indeed heavier than my butt, now they belong to me, too.
I have my superhero breakfast of freshly juiced carrots, apples, ginger, and celery, then I stand on my head, and then I stand on my hands.
No big deal. On to the next one.