You Haven't Lost Your Passion. You've Outgrown It.

Wake-Up Call #51

I recall the moment I realized my passion had left the building.

For seven years, I owned a yoga studio in Hell’s Kitchen, NYC. Taught a dynamic, highly-physical style of vinyasa yoga, and immersed myself deeply in the practice. It worked for me, my body, and mind. And, I loved teaching it. Back then, yoga wasn't just what I did; it was who I was. It defined my days, a big part of my social circle, my livelihood, and in no small part—my identity.

But gradually, teaching and running the business became exhausting, the studio felt like a heavy obligation, and even my personal practice, once energizing, started to feel hollow. My body began reaching for a different kind of physical and spiritual practice, a gentler way, not bound by the structures of vinyasa or even yoga. My mind, too, yearned to explore a more expansive set of modalities.

It was, how do I put this, unsettling.

How could I lose passion for something that had once meant so much to me?

How could I even consider stepping awa…