When Yoga Meets My Sketchbook

I used to treat weekends like a sprint—get all the chores done, catch up on reading, maybe squeeze in a workout. But then I started carrying my sketchbook to yoga class. Weird, right? One hand on the mat, the other holding a pen.

There’s something about moving slowly and then capturing that motion on paper that changes everything. It’s like my body and brain finally agree to talk. I stretch into a pose, then sketch the lines and colors it stirred inside me. It’s messy, imperfect, and absolutely freeing.

Weekends became less about “doing” and more about “being”—being in my body, my mind, my space. The stretching loosens tension, the sketching untangles thoughts. Together, they create a rhythm that carries me through the day with less noise and more flow.

I’ve noticed it spills over into everything else: my home feels calmer, my ideas come easier, and even chores turn into small performances. It’s not about being an artist or an athlete—it’s about finding balance in the in-between moments.