Why I’m Writing a Journal
23.1.2026
Today is the day when I decided to start writing a journal. For the Pilates community to get more cosy here on my website, to open a space for sharing. To share everyday moments, cherishes, and doubts. What a great idea, I said to myself. But then I started to overthink. My second thought was, that I was never very good with words on paper, and I’ve always expressed my thoughts, memories, and stories through my body and movement, but I really want to do this.
Anyway, let’s put this thought aside and simply try, to learn how to write.
Right now, I’m sitting in my favourite café, JAM., sipping a cappuccino after a Stretch & Mobility class I taught this morning. It’s raining outside, and You Get What You Give by New Radicals is playing in my ears while I wait for my yoga practice. What a motivational song to listen to the right kick for my writing.
Today, everyone seems to be complaining about the weather, cold, grey, and miserable, but I don’t mind it at all. I even brought my umbrella (that’s right, after years spent in the UK without owning one, I finally have it with me). This is the UK for you. I am accepting the weather. What’s the worst that can happen? Get soaked?!
Have you ever said, “I will never, ever…”? That was me with hot yoga,don’t judge!
The thought of intense heat and holding poses wasn’t for me. But when I lived in London, I saw a 20-day Bikram Yoga advert and said to myself: “Let’s try it, put the fear aside.” So I practised Bikram Yoga quite intensively and somehow got addicted to it. The first three classes were awful, I vomited, felt sick, and didn’t enjoy it at all. I remember the third day when something shifted. Suddenly, I was enjoying myself. It became my routine. Better balance, a calmer mind, improved concentration, and the sweat underneath me actually felt great. When my 20-day pass expired, I didn’t continue. I did it, I told myself. Glad I tried it. Gosh, never ever again. They say “Never say never again”.
Every week, I plan my week ahead. I call it Me Time. Time for my own Pilates practice and other hobbies. When I put it into my calendar, it’s there and I commit to it. Try it, it works!
Anyway, next week I’ve booked myself into hot yoga…again… Yes, here we are. Never say never. Part of me says, “Meh, you’ll feel sick again, you don’t have to do that,” and all the other excuses. But I want to get over the fear and remind myself that I can do it again. For my mind and my body, and to experience how others teach movement. I think it’s very important, not only to give and give as a movement instructor, but also to take. To receive. To be reminded of small cues, habits, and words during the practice.
Wish me luck, hehe.
Coming back to journaling. Yesterday, when I practice Pilates on my own, I heard a Pilates teacher say:
“We’re not here to be perfect. We’re here to practise.”
I wanted to share it here. I’ll take this sentence with me and keep it close and you should too!
And this is it for today. I am excited to get back home in the evening. I ordered a new book, Walk Through Walls by Marina Abramović, and I can’t wait to dive in.
Speak to you soon x
