I've been struggling to start this blog 🤯
So here we go. I'm starting the blog...
I say 'I' - but I've just read an article that says it's better to say 'we' when you write a blog ✍️ (Researching how to write blogs has been part of my procrastination!) 😂
So, correction - WE are starting the blog - you as the readers and me as the writer.
We. Can. Do. This. 🏎️
It's going to be a journey and I'm starting right at the beginning - when yoga first entered my life 💭
I already feel nervous about what I'm going to disclose but then I weighed it up and thought - hey what have I got to lose? 🤷♀️
No risk no story, right? Tell me in the comments. (Another tip I read for creating engaging blogs!) 🤓
So, let's go. My first experience of yoga...
One word - Nadine. My first yoga teacher, who I was absolutely besotted by. She was super cool; a strong woman who just had her sh*t together 💪 And there I was, 17, nervous about what was going to happen and if I was wearing the right clothes 👕
My mom was with me (another super cool, strong woman might I add) and we walked into a circle of yoga mats, all pointing into the centre of the room, where the wonderful Nadine was going to stand 🤩
Nadine was barefoot, with loose linen trousers, a vest, short blonde hair, beads and barefoot. Awesome 😎
She was in all white - like a yoga angel 😇 Little did I know she was about to save my life...