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šŸ”„šŸ”€ Did I lose my fire… or do I just need to recalibrate the path?

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This letter might read a little differently.

Less polished. A bit softer around the edges.


Kind of like pages pulled straight from my secret diary šŸ““

Because that’s what the past few weeks have felt like:

A time of noticing. Questioning. Rewriting.


So… if this letter feels more open, more spontaneous, more tender, it’s because it is.


And you know… sometimes, being this open about my journey feels weird.

There’s a voice that says:


"But as a teacher & trainer, you should have your sht together."*


That voice could easily stop me from sharing.


But here’s the thing: my ability to hold space for someone else’s path doesn’t come from looking perfectly ā€œtogether.ā€ It comes from walking that path myself: through the doubts, fears, shifts, and big life questions.


That’s the real source of my teaching: not just knowing the philosophy, but cultivating the embodiment of it.


So why hide the exact process I teach in my classes & trainings?

The process of deep listening to yourself without self-blame ā˜ļø

Adapting your mind and your path when life shifts, without clinging to what once felt tied to your identity.

Redirecting, until your choices merge with your new sense of purpose.


Remember that letter I wrote about dharma (life purpose), here ?

Your life purpose isn’t a fixed point you hit once and stay there forever.

It’s fluid, changing with your life situation and context.

Yes, we might aim for that liberated state, but the truly liberated person is free from clinging to the end goal itself.

They adapt to the changes as they come.


Sooo… that being said... here I go.



When the fire went quiet


A few months ago, I was on.

Instagram reels flowing. YouTube experiments.

Even this newsletter, freshly launched and full of momentum.

I was in a groove šŸŽ¬ … and on fire. šŸ”„


Editing faster. Sharing more freely. Overthinking less (!!!).

Creating for socials & building an online offering felt… fun. Light.

And most importantly: finally doable.


And then… it turned quiet.



Offline took over


Life moved offline.


→ Getting inspired at the Barcelona Yoga Conference.

→ Deep in the behind-the-scenes of MoveFest.

→ Starting a new movement practice: using kettlebells like candy for movement lovers šŸ¬


Teaching. Learning. Laughing. Sweating.

Real faces. Real conversations. Real-time energy ⚔


And the online stuff?

Vanished into the ā€œlaterā€ pile.


No drama about it. No guilt trip or self-blame.

Just this: coming back is harder than I thought.


Somewhere out there, my Instagram account is pacing like a neglected houseplant, whispering, ā€œRemember me?ā€ 🌱



The "in-between"


But here’s the thing: when your focus shifts… your voice shifts too.

And when the voice changes, it’s strange to just ā€œpick up where you left off.ā€

You’re not the same.

And neither is what you want to say.


That’s where I’m at.

Not lost.

Just… somewhere in the ā€œin-between.ā€


I’m not rushing to pick the online stuff back up, because first, I want to get clear on what I actually want to share now.



The pull toward something else


For a while now, I’ve been living in this quiet tug-of-war:

On one side, the familiar identity of ā€œyoga teacher and teacher trainer.ā€

On the other side, a restless, curious pull that keeps whispering: what if it’s more?


What if the practice spills past the mat into kettlebells, fascia lines, Animal Flow, biomechanics, and the hands-on depth of Rolfing?

Less about teaching a method, more about weaving them into something new.

Something I like to call: movement alchemy šŸ¦„ā­



A full-body YES


So… I made a decision.


✨ I’m going for RolfingĀ® Level 2.

I did Level 1 two years ago and it planted big seeds I haven’t been able to water until now...

because it’s such a big financial and time commitment… but it’s also a clear, full-body YES.


It’s the path that lets me deepen into hands-on work...

Into real bodies, real listening, real presence.



Pressing pause


Meanwhile, I’ve paused the Asana Atlas platform.

Not because it’s too much work, but because it doesn’t fully match where I’m heading.


The more I study, the more I feel:

šŸŒ€ Every movement is an asana in motion.

šŸŒ€ Every alignment cue is an action, not a shape.



Student mode: ON šŸ‘©ā€šŸŽ“


Right now, I’m in full learning mode:

→ Animal Flow in September

→ A online biomechanics training for personal trainers

→ And in November… Rolfing Level 2!


I’m nerding out. Getting humble.

Letting myself be a student again.



Not lost. Just flowing.


So no, I haven’t lost the fire.

It’s just… burning in a new direction.


In yoga philosophy, there’s this concept: vikshepa

The mental scattering that clouds our path.

But I’ve come to see it differently:

The smoke before clarity.

The fullness before the next exhale.


If you’re also in a season of shifting, pausing, reimagining,

You’re not broken.

You’re just in transition.

And that’s a sacred place to be ✨


Thanks for reading these journal pages with your heart open.

I know this letter feels a little different from the others: more like we’re sitting over coffee, letting the conversation wander.


and I hope it reminds you that change, pauses, and pivots are all part of the practice. 🧘


xx

Fanny

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