My first yoga class was at 16… and I hated it. It felt boring, slow and just stretching. So I walked away. Years later, life brought me back. This time not for my body, but for my mind. Working as a sales manager in the fast-paced world of corporate insurance, I craved peace, clarity, and something real. I began practicing again alone in my living room, guided by YouTube.
Then COVID came. Suddenly, I had space. Time. Quiet. I practiced every day, and something shifted. I didn’t just move — I felt.
I re-discovered parts of myself I didn’t know I’d lost.
Slowly, I fell in love with yoga — for real.