My mother took me to my first yoga class at the Center for Yoga of Seattle when I was sixteen years old. I was immediately mesmerized by the strange contraptions and straps hanging from the walls, curious to learn this mystical art of movement. I was not an athletic child, preferring to curl up with a book or doodle on a piece of paper for hours at a time. In the mid-nineties, yoga was still a strange activity sought after by peculiar middle-aged ladies and adventuresome men with beards. I was younger and more awkward than most of the aged yogis in the room, but I quickly started to find both fun and relief in learning how to make shapes with my body. A continued, evolving practice has helped me through anxiety, depression, disordered eating, and social insecurity. For the past twenty years, I’ve been seeking out movement teachers who are irreverent, kind, weird, and wise. I’ve practiced in a variety of traditions, including Iyengar, Ashtanga, Kundalini, and Yin/Restorative flow. In 2012, I learned how to teach through the wonderful community of Yoga Maya NYC and through Troy Lucero at Acme Yoga. Since then, I’ve sought opportunities to teach and practice yoga, ultimately running a studio in my Brooklyn loft from 2018 – 2019 called the Annex Yoga Club.