The story
I didn't find yoga. I ran to it.
My Journey
For years I built a life that looked perfectly fine from the outside. A career, a routine, a version of myself that was professional, capable, and holding it together.
Inside, I was ready for something more.
I discovered yoga during lockdown, first just for the fun of it, then quickly realising it was something else entirely. It was the first thing that made me feel like I was actually living in my body, not just moving through the day on autopilot. So I went deeper. I trained in India. I started teaching. And somewhere along the way, I found my way back to lightness.
Yoga gave me somewhere to put things. A practice. A language. A way back to myself — and, honestly, a lot more fun than I expected.
Then I left.
Earlier this year I walked away from my life in the UK — the stability, the familiarity, the comfort of knowing what comes next — and I got on a plane. I'm now living nomadically, teaching yoga by the ocean, writing daily letters from the road, and building a life that actually feels like mine.
It's not perfect. Some days it's a lot. Some days I sit watching the waves, still figuring it out as I go.
But I've never felt more alive. And I've never been more sure that this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
This is what I do now.
200hr Hatha and 50hr Yin certified, I now teach slow, focused Yin classes and somatic movement, rather than powerful vinyasa flows — it's less about the workout, more about the reconnection.
I use yoga to help women come home to themselves — to reconnect, reset, and rediscover a bit of lightness, whatever life is throwing at them. I hold space for all of it, without making it heavier than it needs to be.
I work with women who want to feel good in their bodies again, who want to travel, to grow, to laugh more. Women who are rebuilding and want someone warm, honest, and a little bit fun walking alongside them.
If that's you — you're in the right place.
See what happens, maybe.
Anita x
