I don’t want to fix you. I want to walk with you.

Look, I don’t have all the answers.
(And if anyone’s out there trying to sell you “the answers” for three easy payments of $49.99, you might wanna run.)

What I do have is a yoga studio tucked away by the sea, a slightly creaky but well-used body, a kettle that’s always ready to boil, and a growing community of midlife women who are done pretending.

Done pretending we’re fine.
Done pretending we’ve got it all figured out.
Done pretending we’re not quietly googling “perimenopause insomnia” at 3am while eating toast over the sink.

I created this space — my space — for women like us. Not the green juice goddesses with matching activewear sets (though hey, wear what you want). But the women who’ve lived a little. Who are tired of feeling like they’re too much and not enough — all at once.

Here’s what I don’t do:

• I don’t shout Sanskrit at you.

• I don’t assume your hips open like they did in your twenties.

• I don’t offer fixes. You are not broken.

Here’s what I do offer:

• Movement that meets you where you are.

• Breath, stillness, hot towels and cold lemon water.

• A plan. A proper one. Six weeks at a time — because random drop-ins don’t cut it when you’re craving real change.

But more than anything?
I offer presence.
Mine. Yours. Ours.

If you're in a season of your life where you're holding so damn much — ageing parents, growing kids, a relationship you’re either fighting for or quietly mourning, a job that doesn’t see you, a body you’re still trying to understand — I want you to know this:

You don’t have to carry it all alone.
You don’t have to do downward dog like it’s Cirque du Soleil.
You just have to show up. In whatever version of you is available that day.

I’ll be here.
With bolsters. And hot towels. And no pressure to “manifest” anything.

Just you, as you are.
Me, as I am.
And a room full of women who get it.

Love,
Sadie x