A New Beginning
I've been sitting with this feeling for a few days now — this quiet sense that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, even though the road here was anything but quiet.
I grew up in a small municipio in Colombia. The kind of place where everyone knows your name, where the mountains are beautiful but the opportunities are few. I loved it and I hated it. I loved the warmth of the people, the way mornings smelled like coffee and rain. But I also felt trapped. Like the walls of my little town were slowly closing in.
Yoga found me at a time when I didn't know what I was looking for. A friend dragged me to a class — I remember rolling my eyes the entire walk there. But something happened on that mat. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe. Really breathe. Not the shallow kind you do when you're just surviving, but the deep kind that fills your whole chest and makes you feel alive.
It became my thing. My escape. My discipline. And eventually, it became my way out.
Yoga gave me a path I never imagined. It connected me to people, to communities, to a version of myself I didn't know existed. It gave me the courage to leave — not to abandon where I came from, but to build something better. Something safer.
Now I live in a place where I don't have to look over my shoulder. Where I can take my mom to the market without worrying. Where I can focus on the things that actually matter — taking care of her, taking care of myself, and taking care of Nash.
Nash. My little street dog who decided I was his person. I found him wandering the streets, skinny and scared, and honestly I think he rescued me more than I rescued him. He follows me everywhere now. Lays next to my mat when I practice. Steals my socks. He's the best thing.
I don't know exactly where this next chapter takes me. But I know I'm not the girl from that small town anymore — and I'm not trying to be. I'm someone new. Someone who chose herself. And that feels like the most powerful thing I've ever done.
Here's to new beginnings. 🌿