Just Breathe


March 2016

Welcome to the World, Just Breathe Yoga


I went to the University of Ottawa for 4 years after high school. I loved everything about Ottawa and still do – I love visiting those places that carry memories in a way that put a smile on your face before you even realize you look like a happy goof to the world around you. Those are the places I miss, but I suppose it’s really the memories from those places that I miss.

University is certainly no walk in the park – growing from a teenager to a young adult is not an easy feat, and though I’m now 25 and perhaps considered a “real” adult, I am still growing and always will be.

In my second year of university I couldn’t do a lot of things I wanted to. Nothing was physically holding me back, except that it was. I was diagnosed with Anxiety when I was 11 years old. Though it’s considered a mental illness, I don’t consider it as such. Anxiety is not an illness to me, but a part of of who I am. Having anxiety is technically something off kilter with chemicals in my brain, and let me tell you it is certainly a struggle to live with. But you do. You just do.

In my second year of university my anxiety was the most intense it had ever been up until that point. I had my first panic attack and I am forever grateful for my darling roommate at the time for spooning me that night until I stopped crying, fell asleep, and as my alarm went off the next morning.

But there is so much more than just the bad stuff. The personality traits that I love most about myself come from my anxiety – my outrageous sense of humour, my unbelievably realistic ability to stand in anyone else’s shoes and feel with my whole heart and soul what they’re feeling, my uncanny ability to observe and respond to people’s feelings without their saying anything at all, and my ability to feel and explore every feeling of my own, to live every moment, and to appreciate the simplest things – such as waking up in the morning and feeling normal rather than feeling as though I will vomit at any moment, or waking up and actually vomiting.

Yes, life is tough – and don’t we all know it! But we find ways to get through. And for me anxiety has been, and most likely always will be, my hardest battle.


My beautiful, supportive mother with my fluffy sister.

So – in my second year of university my beautiful, supportive mother gifted me a yoga mat during the holidays that came with a miniature DVD which had an extremely basic 20 minute yoga practice on it. As cheesy and drastic as I know this will sound, this little DVD and yoga mat changed my life.

I used to squeeze the mat diagonally in the small space between my bed, door, and desk, and I would place my laptop on the end of my bed for optimal viewing. I went through the practice and felt more calm than I had in months. I decided in that moment that I would do this 20 minute yoga practice every night before I went to bed. I promised myself that even if it was too late to function anymore, I could certainly spare 20 more minutes of sleep to feel this sense of calm.


Graduating from the University of Ottawa – my favourite picture which happens to have been taken by my spooning roommate’s mother. 

A couple months later the panic attacks had subsided, I was less of a hermit and able to enjoy social gatherings again. As a bonus, as I resurfaced in my friend groups people were complementing my physical appearance left and right. I felt better than ever.

And thus began my yoga addiction.

Two years after graduating, and having caught the travel bug, I ventured off on the trip of a lifetime (though I didn’t know it until I came home) to Montezuma, Costa Rica where I lived for one month among the most amazing group of women, and the most knowledgeable, inspirational, energetic, determined yoga instructor and teacher I have ever had.

Every single one of those people left a beautiful mark on my life, and after gaining many friendships, a ton of knowledge, a certified yoga teacher certificate, and an appreciation for the talent monkeys have for stealing objects from humans, I was off galavanting the Pacific coast for a couple more weeks before I returned home.

The first yoga class I ever taught. It was such an amazing feeling to be able to teach these two beautiful humans, and I’m so lucky to have shared this accomplishment with them. They are in Savasana after a successful 2 hour yoga practice.  

Everyone said I would come back to Canada and be “all zen-ed out”. In fact I felt a little bit sick of yoga, having done it for at least 6 hours a day for 4 weeks straight. I went back home and went wholeheartedly back into the exercise routine I had left behind – CrossFit and boxing. After about a month I started going to yoga classes again and that’s when I realized how well yoga co-exists with life. Rather than returning home in a zen state, I came home changed. I had found an even deeper appreciation for the practice, and had such a full brain but I didn’t know where I wanted to go with everything just yet.

Another year and a half later, I am now living in a different city than the one I grew up in, I have new friends, a new community, a completely different job, there have been changes within my family, I have more experiences under my belt, and I am finally really excited to announce that I will be a regular, 3-days-a-week yoga teacher. As I continue to explore life as a 25 year-old woman with much behind me and even more in front of me, I look forward to sharing my story with strangers and friends, and strangers who become friends, in my own yoga classes.

Crow pose

My main goal in life is to help people in any way possible; to be part of the reason someone’s smile appears on their face. Through Just Breathe yoga I intend to do so as often as possible. And who knows, maybe even be an inspiration to someone out there!

I hope to see you in my classes soon! Just Breathe.

From my mat to yours – Namaste.



A Story of Appreciating the Little Things


A content, elderly man of a tall but slightly hunched stature came in last Friday afternoon to meet with my boss about his annual tax return. He brought with him his mostly empty black backpack from the 90’s, his lovely elderly wife and a craving for something sweet.

On his way up to the second floor he must have just been daydreaming about the little shiny jewels sitting on the reception desk – as soon as he walked out of the elevator he told the receptionist who he was there to meet with and proceeded to take a few candies from the bowl. As he spotted my boss walking down the hall towards him, he swiftly took another handful of candies.

The meeting went well, it was his adventure of the day – but it wasn’t over yet. On his way out he shared some pleasantries with the receptionist, took another handful of candies and went on his way. The elevator was taking some time to arrive at the second floor, so the elderly man put this opportunity to good use and unzipped the front pocket of his backpack, looked at the receptionist and said “If you don’t mind’, by this time his hand was full of candies, ‘I’m just going to take a few more.” With absolutely no shame at all, and a huge grin, he shoved his over-stuffed hand into the open pocket of his backpack dropping some on the ground.

From the elevator his wife called out “Darling, you’re dropping them everywhere!”

“Oh Jeez. I sure am!” He looked up from the candies on the floor, turned to the receptionist, smiled a gruff but kind smile and said “I’ll get those.” On his way back up from picking the candies up off the floor he looked at the receptionist again and said “Oh, I just can’t get used to this body!”. Before zipping up his backpack he took a few more candies for good measure. Once he had everyone laughing at his jokes his wife called him to the elevator and down they went.

Well, not 15 minutes later the elevator door opened with a ding and out walked the same man, with a coy smirk on his face. He slowly but confidently walked to the desk, and placed both his fragile hands down for balance. He looked at the receptionist and as he winked he said “I seem to have forgotten a glove. Did you see one?”

“No, sir. There haven’t been any gloves left here. Would you like me to ask -”

“No, no. No need for that.’ He eyed the candy, looked back at the smiling receptionist and said, ‘I’ll just take a few of these and be on my way!” And with a wink he stuffed a handful of candies into his trouser pocket and caught the elevator back down to his waiting wife.

This is one small part of one day in this man’s life. This is one little story of a man who has lived (and continues to live) a long, prosperous life. He has children and grandchildren, has traveled the world, he’s happily married and long retired – he has accomplished a lot. And though his body is slowing down and the little things in life are all that’s left for him, he is more happy than ever.

If only we could all be so happy, and enjoy all of the little things in the fun, hilarious, amusing way that this man does. If a fun challenge for you is to find out how many candies you can take from one reception desk in the span of an hour because that will make you happy – then DO IT! Because no matter what else happens, in the end the little things are what you’re left with. They’re the best memories, the most moving experiences, the most influential people. So make the most of every moment – because the little things are really the big things.

Living life to the fullest doesn’t mean doing huge adventurous trips every year, or learning a new language and teaching abroad; living life to the fullest is to not waste it. Living life to the fullest is appreciating every emotion you feel no matter how hard it may be. Feel every feeling, notice what’s going on around you, and appreciate what you have. Smile, and just breathe.

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