I Left the Studio, But I Found My Self

I never expected to fall in love with a little city.
But I did.

And in that unexpected love, I co-created an incredible yoga community—woven together with other brilliant teachers and devoted yogis. We built something meaningful, something alive. A sanctuary. A home.

Fast forward to the day I left that little city and returned home…
Grief came in waves.

I grieved the familiarity, the deeply woven connections, the ease of being able to see my closest friends with just a short walk or drive. I grieved the part of me that had been known, celebrated, and seen. The ego-loss was real.

Who am I without 30–40 people showing up to my classes?
Who am I without the title of yoga studio owner?
Who am I without a home to truly call my own?
Who am I in the silence of my own company?

The past four years have been a journey inward. I’ve sat with the loneliness, the loss, the identity unraveling. I won’t pretend it was easy—it was hard. Making new friends doesn’t come naturally to me, and rebuilding community is a different kind of challenge when you don’t have your own space to welcome people into. Sometimes it feels like I’m inviting people into a stranger’s house with rules I didn’t write.

No, I don’t have plans to open a studio here.
But I think it’s important to name the struggle.
To tell the truth about the contrast between yours and borrowed space.

Over these four years, I’ve done the work. I’ve stayed with the discomfort. I’ve leaned into the unknown. And while the inner work isn’t always pleasant—it’s uncomfortable, raw, and humbling—the peace and presence it brings is worth it.
Every. Single. Time.

Because eventually, I discovered that who I am isn’t defined by what I do or what I own.
It’s about my relationship with myself. With Source.
It’s about what I came here to learn, to heal, and to grow through.

There’s still more work to do. And sometimes, yes—my ego whispers:
“Do they even remember me?”
“Did I make an impact?”

But my soul doesn’t need the answer.
It’s enough just to be.

If you’ve ever navigated a big transition—leaving a beloved community, redefining your purpose, or facing the mirror of identity—I’d love to hear your story.

Drop a comment below, or send me a message. I welcome connection.

And if you find yourself in a season of questioning, unraveling, or quietly rebuilding, I offer private 1:1 sessions for soul-centered support. Whether you're longing to reconnect with your inner truth, release old layers, or simply sit with what’s real—you're not alone.

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Let’s keep remembering who we really are—together.