I never thought of myself as a sporty or physically capable person. Yoga slowly changed that. Learning to do a headstand became more than achieving a yoga pose—it changed the way I saw myself and what I believed I was capable of. This is my personal journey of how yoga helped me rewrite my self-image, one challenge at a time.

I went to India hoping it would change me — not into someone different, but into someone a little more solid, a little more true. Now I’m home, back in my usual routine, and I can’t quite point to what’s different. And yet something is. Fear is still there, but it no longer feels like a full stop. So I find myself asking: have I changed?

I travelled to Amma’s ashram hoping her embrace might change something in me. But when the moment came, it felt… surprisingly ordinary. And that realisation taught me something far more valuable than I expected.

I never part with my passport—until an ashram in India asked me to leave it behind. What I expected to feel was anxiety. What I felt instead surprised me.

From solo travel to endurance challenges, so many of us choose the harder path. Not because we have to—but because something in us is drawn to it. So why do we do hard things?