An honest reflection on intuitive nudges, solo days, and the difference between magic and reality..

I’m not sure exactly when it started, but for the last few weeks, I’ve felt this quiet draw to San Clemente. A city I’ve barely spent time in, with no particular memories tied to it, and yet - it kept nudging me.

Dear God / Universe / Higher Power - Why? Why me? Why does my body feel like it’s betraying me? I’m pissed. I’m angry. I don’t understand why this is a part of my story.

Looking back, my first experience with yoga reflected what’s common in many Western yoga spaces - a focus on the physical practice, fast-paced flows, and the “burn.” What I didn’t realize yet was how deeply spiritual, emotional, and introspective it could be.