I was probably a bit of a wild child growing up, my mum always says the only time she saw me was when she glimpsed two blonde whirlwinds flying past the kitchen window as my best friend Aleksander and I ran around playing. My teenage years were similar, filled with all sorts of sports and intense studying. My wise mum kept telling me I should learn how to breathe, something I felt I had little time for. When I finally made way into a yoga studio I fell in love straight away. I know this is not the case for most people, yoga is in many ways a practice that puts us outside of our comfort zone, which is, well, uncomfortable at times. But there was something about the slowing down, moving and really noticing I was moving, that I think I was longing for and wanted more of. It did, however, take me another three years before I learnt and fully understood what mum meant about the breathing.

The main thing I’ve realised is that life becomes much more enjoyable if you stop to enjoy it sometimes. So even though my free time is still quite full on, with paragliding, wakeboarding, sea swimming, hiking and camping, my most favourite thing is to share the gift of slowing down.