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Transformation: One Woman’s Yoga Journey

It’s hard to change your life. Often, we want to start big and fix everything—but maybe we need to start small. I decided to start my year with one small change, and as a result my life completely transformed.

My editor, the inimitable Killi Trout, gave me a challenge: do yoga every day for a month and write about it. Challenge accepted, KT!1

Day one, I donned my yoga gear and left home for the yoga gym. Three miles from my house, I was t-boned by a semi-truck and sent to the hospital with three broken ribs, a concussion, and a broken femur.

When I met the doctor who was resetting my shattered femur, something changed within me. The moment we locked eyes, I felt a connection. Dr. Drammer had chocolate brown eyes and a smile that could melt that chocolate.

Oh, we tried to be good. We didn’t let anything get the best of us until after I was discharged from the hospital. Ethics are very important. But the forbiddenness made it just that much hotter. Dr. Drammer and I had a love affair that changed my life.

Two weeks into our torrid affair, Dr. Drammer was fired for “malpractice” and disappeared from the grid after stealing my identity and opening several credit cards in my name.

I sobbed and drove to my childhood home to sob more in the arms of my mother. Which is a good thing, because after I left my apartment there was a gas leak, and a few hours later some teenager trying to smoke weed caused a huge explosive fire. All of my possessions were destroyed, including my yoga mat, and my cat was roasted.

My mother directed me towards a two week long intensive outdoor “revivical retreat,” where I could heal amongst others who were hurting. We could dance naked under the moon, drink ayahuasca, and survive based on our own instincts. It was here that in a moment of womanly strength and rage I punched a coyote. Or a greyhound. It was dark and I was on ayahuasca. I drank of the blood of the monster, and I became the angel I had always been destined to be.

When I returned to the office, everyone agreed that I had completely changed. I had transformed. I had been on a long journey, physically, mentally and emotionally. And it was all because I took that one step out the door to take a yoga class.


  1. Editor’s note: Steph came to me and begged to do this. I said fine, but it counts as your lunch break ↩︎

Steph Huber
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Hailing from small town Ohio, Steph Huber isn’t afraid to “go there” and be bold. Steph aims to bring a fresh voice and positivity to topics like STD testing, exercise trends, and modern life.

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