just a little 12,000km detour…

Twenty-six. Twenty-six means I’m no longer in my early twenties. I’m no longer included in that age group of “don’t worry about it, no one’s got it figured out yet”. Instead,  I’m entering the age group where most people actually do have it figured out, or seem to. Everyone around me is getting married, buying……

yoga, my religion (?)

Little known fact about me: when I graduated high school, I received an award for excellence in religious studies. Little known, and to anyone who knows me, probably little believed. Honestly, when they announced that I’d won it, I had to stifle a snort-laugh. I’d taken the “World Religions” elective as an easy class to……

but…why yoga?

It’s probably a good thing my high school didn’t have a debate club. Because as argumentative as I can be (ask my dad, he’d agree with me on that one!), I lack any and all verbal skills necessary for a good debate. Sure, on paper I can manage to arrange a few words and sound……

hey, take care of yourself, aight?

Bubble baths, days at the spa, retreat getaways to a tiny private island….this might be the kind of thing the words “self care” bring to mind. Maybe I’m going a bit overboard with the luxury vacay part, but you get the general idea. It’s all about “treat yo’self” this, and “YOLO – if it makes……

that yoga connection

Admit it: there are some people who, no matter how hard you try or how open-minded you stay, you simply cannot see eye-to-eye with. Conversely, sometimes you meet a person and just instantly feel a connection. That’s just the way human interaction is; some personalities mesh nicely together, and some jar against each other and……

it is what it is: surrendering to the universe, just a lil bit.

“Be open to whatever the universe has in store for you.” I couldn’t tell you exactly which page, but I’m sure that’s written somewhere in The Good Yogi’s Bible. Sounds like one of those things, right? Once again, it’s a good thing I’ve already admitted and accepted the fact that I am and always will……

make it happen

The more I teach, the more I wish I could quit my “real job” and be a full-time yogi. I read about girls like Rachel Brathen, who just started out teaching yoga to a few hippies on the beach and is now an internationally famous yogi. She had to start small, too – I’m sure……