06/03/2026
The very first picture I ever took in a yoga pose…
I may have been practicing yoga for only two weeks.
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I fell in love…
Not just with the practice,
But with myself.
It slowed me down.
It dropped me into a space:
To feel deep emotions,
To check in with my body,
To find mental clarity,
To relearn myself,
To hold myself,
To love myself,
To regulate,
To find inner peace.
The practice was just a tool that allowed me to come home to myself, but I still had to choose to show up—even on the hardest days.
Life has changed a lot since then.
I became a teacher of this practice, built off of that, and learned more tools—tools that I now share with others.
Yet, as I share so much with others, I have truly lost the relationship with my own personal practice.
I rationalized this by telling myself I get “enough” for myself when I am guiding others.
That isn’t a personal practice.
That isn’t time for myself.
And that isn’t embodiment.
In order to even show up as my best self for others, I have to show up for myself first.
The last few months, I have changed my relationship with:
✨Social media
✨Routines
✨Perspective changes on what’s important
✨Having a personal practice
It’s been a blessing!
My message is always the same when I speak to people who show up for these wellness practices:
"I am not perfect.
I am doing this work alongside you.
I am human.
I fall off.
I make mistakes.
I have to realign."
When you see a post and you see "COME AS YOU ARE," understand I truly mean that!
That’s the space I am trying to create—for others and for myself.
Love you all. 💚
Namaste. 🙏
