From my late teens into my thirties, I threw myself into spiritual practice with my whole heart: practicing Ashtanga yoga in Mysore-style classes four mornings a week, studying Kundalini yoga, attending Buddhist sangha and silent meditation retreats tucked away in the hills. Even while juggling life as an undergrad student, then later a demanding job and lots of travel, yoga and meditation were the golden thread that kept me anchored.

Then came pregnancy — and the wild, beautiful transformation into motherhood. Having twins turned my whole world upside down (in the best, and sometimes hardest, ways!). In the haze of sleepless nights, endless cluster feeds, and the beautiful chaos of raising two little souls at once, my spiritual practice slowly slipped away. Ironically, it was what I needed most — but it felt impossible to find the time. I lost touch with that part of myself for years.

It was a long journey back to my mat. And it took even longer before I stepped onto the path of teacher training. But the effect was profound. So many of the layers and expectations that society (and I) had piled onto myself just seemed to gently fall away. I felt closer than ever to my true, authentic self — the self that had always been there beneath the masks and busyness.

When you let go of who you think you should be, you uncover who you truly are.

This isn’t about chasing perfection or pretending life is always calm. It’s about living from your practice — letting your practice guide you towards that inner spaciousness and compassion so that you can stay centred even when life is messy, loud and beautifully imperfect.