Big changes come unnoticed. And so it was. After a hectic day at work, I was looking forward to a quiet evening. Picturing a few hours with September issue of Harper’s Bazaar (which I did not have time to read properly for the last month) and a couple of glasses of crisp cold Chardonnay, I put my Blackberry on silent and face down and got on the couch. But something was missing. Moments later I knew what I needed. My yoga mat came out of the bag and I got out of my cozy bath robe and went on the mat. Not out of guilt (I was on track with my workouts) and not because ‘I should’. I needed it, like I would need water if I was thirsty. Here and now, and not in the yoga studio tomorrow. The article about Dior haute couture show was put aside to give way to the down dog and the crane pose. 2 years after doing yoga, a yogi was born.