I wasn’t always the kind of person who woke up early to stretch into impossible poses. In fact, I used to roll my eyes at people who talked about the “transformative power of yoga.” It sounded like just another thing people romanticized—like drinking green tea or journaling at sunrise. But life has a way of proving you wrong, especially when you least expect it.

It all started on a random evening when I was scrolling endlessly on my phone, feeling drained yet unable to sleep. My mind was cluttered with ideas, half-finished projects, and an ever-growing to-do list that made me feel like I was always behind. My body felt stiff, my creativity blocked, and my motivation slipping away.

Somewhere between frustration and desperation, I decided to try something different. I unrolled an old yoga mat that had been collecting dust in the corner of my room, searched for a beginner-friendly yoga video, and told myself, Just five minutes. If it doesn’t work, at least I tried.

That first session was nothing short of a disaster. My muscles resisted every stretch, my balance was non-existent, and holding a pose for more than a few seconds felt like a punishment. But something about it intrigued me. It wasn’t just the physical challenge—it was the stillness, the focus, the way it demanded my full attention.

So, I did it again the next day. And the next.

At first, I wasn’t seeing any grand results. No overnight flexibility, no sudden burst of enlightenment. But I noticed small changes. My posture improved, my shoulders didn’t feel like they carried the weight of the world anymore, and my mind wasn’t as chaotic as before.

More importantly, something shifted inside me. The act of showing up every day—even when I didn’t feel like it—taught me something deeper than just yoga. It taught me consistency.

You see, creativity isn’t just about sudden bursts of inspiration. Motivation doesn’t come knocking at your door every day. It’s discipline, the small steps, the commitment to something even when it feels unproductive in the moment—that’s where the magic happens.

A month in, I was no longer forcing myself onto the mat. It became a part of me. The same mind that once struggled to focus now felt clearer. My ideas flowed better, my body moved with more ease, and I realized that success in anything—art, work, or life—isn’t about doing things perfectly. It’s about doing them consistently.

Now, when people ask me what changed, I smile and say, “It all started with a yoga pose I couldn’t hold.”

Because that’s the thing about growth—you don’t always see it happening. But when you keep showing up, one day, you look back and realize: You’re not the same person anymore.