about me
This is that storyI grew up in Melbourne, Australia as an only child to a single mother. I watched Jerry Springer and South Park from when I was 10 years old. I listened to my Discman on the way to school and hated how it skipped when the train got bumpy.
As a teenager, I wanted to be somebody
I studied law and spent a lot of time in uncomfortable social situations pretending I knew how to debone a fish, lay a napkin or order wine. It was around then that I started grinding my teeth in my sleep.
Working at a law firm was a turning point in my life. My first big shock:
the usual markers of success don’t always make you happy. Good lawyers aren’t necessarily good people? I Joined a cult (briefly)
After quitting my job in Perth I traveled overland from Cape Town to Addis Ababa. The year was 2014 and after 9 months on the road I flew to New York in search of a hot shower.
During 5 years in New York I fell into the cult of Kundalini yoga. I studied an MFA in Creative Writing at the New School, and one day I’ll finish the book I started there.
New York, 2016. She meant well.
It was permissive and introspective.Turns out yoga can fix you (if it's the right yoga)
Even as the rigid world of kundalini yoga began to unravel for me, vinyasa yoga provided a safe harbor for my body and mind. It was permissive and introspective.
The teachers I gravitated to celebrated difference. I could finally approach my home practice with a measure of dedication that didn’t turn into self flagellation when I missed a day. I realized that I’d already spent enough time beating myself up.
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