My own relationship with yoga was anything but straightforward. I didn’t fit into traditional yoga spaces. I was too restless, too much of a joker, too loud, just different. It took me weeks to learn how to lie in savasana with my eyes closed (no seriously). I thought yoga belonged to a certain type of person and body: calm, flexible, effortless. But I slowly learned that yoga is not about forcing yourself into shapes or trying to portray this perfectly put-together persona, which none of us are anyway. It is simply about being, whether you arrive with a vintage Guess bag in hand or in worn Birkenstocks. My path inspired me to create a space for people who feel just like I did at the beginning, one where you do not need to look or act like a “yoga person” but arrive exactly as you are.
Off the mat, you’ll probably find me at a techno rave, taking an indoor cycling/HIIT class, drinking too much coffee (shocking, I know) or running around the city romanticising life somewhere between chaos and stillness.