This is a yoga studio.
This is more than just a yoga studio.
This is an idea and endeavour.
This is the decision to take control of a life rather than letting it control you. It's taking time to find a room, spending money to hire it and having the imagination to make it look presentable.
It's the risk that nobody will turn up, that it will cost more than it will make, that you may end up regretful and feeling foolish. In the hope it'll be a success, another achievement to be proud, that you don't have to traipse up to North London in the dark any more and doing this will make you happy.
This room is why some people get out of bed in the morning and the reason why some stay there.
Risk in the pursuit of happiness. Making something of life. Creativity.
My wife has started her own private yoga sessions. This is how the room looked ahead of her first class in the spare room above the Sparrowhawk pub in Crystal Palace.
She's taking a risk, putting herself out there, gambling, living life. It's what she does.
It's a memory, it's a moment in time, it's why I married her.
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