11/04/2026
As the archetypal grumpy woman (of a certain age), I find myself increasingly irritated by the wellbeing agenda to force boundaries on me.
As if lines in the sand protect you rather than contain you.
Me, I need wriggle room. No boundary or hard edge defines what I stand for. No black and white thinking for me. It’s in the grey & the colours that the fun happens, where the interesting ideas and creativity is germinated.
In yoga, that’s the spiritual gangster who discerningly chooses what makes sense and what feels disingenuous on any given day. The yogini who practices alignment when I feel disjointed & who flows intuitively when I need to somatically express & heal.
It’s the room in my ribs & the flexibility of my diaphragm to inhale new ideas and exhale the BS. 💩
Oh and don’t even get me on people pleasing - I actually quite like pleasing folk! But more on that another time. 😉