I had been waiting to write this post for awhile after the dust settled a bit, so to speak. I think I just needed a little time to let my mind wrap around everything that has happened over the past six months! It’s been totally crazy, exhausting and amazing all at the same time.
To start though, I’d like to say I didn’t go through yoga teacher training to have some major career change. Actually, when I started the program back in January, I really wasn’t sure what I wanted to DO with it…but I felt like it was something I just needed to do for myself. I’ve practiced yoga for about eight years now and going through teacher training seemed almost like the next step to deepen my own personal practice. I also went through the program as a way for me to jump way out of my comfort zone! Folks, I am NOT an extrovert and I get sick to my stomach at the thought of talking in front of a group of people. However, I know that my career is taking me in a new direction where I will need to be comfortable standing up and talking to groups (i.e. my book tour!). I recognize public speaking is a weakness of mine and I really wanted to work on that before I meet some of you this Fall. Basically, so I don’t sound like a complete fool and sweat inappropriately.
However! As the weeks of training rolled on by, I discovered something new about myself. I discovered that I actually LOVED teaching yoga! Shocker, I know. What’s not to love? At first it was really uncomfortable and awkward to stand up at the front of the class and speak authentically to others, but slowly it became more and more comfortable. In my program, we were required to go out into the community and teach free classes for ten weeks. I have to say, I was dreading that part. Me? Go out and actually teach a real live yoga class to perfect strangers? The first
five one was a little scary but it got easier and soon became the highlight of my week. I taught a group of teachers at a local school and it was amazing.
My teacher training program was a huge commitment. For six months, we met just about every other weekend. And when I say “weekend”, I mean ALL weekend. I was in that studio from 1pm Saturday to 7pm Sunday night, non-stop. Talk about sore! I still don’t get people who don’t think yoga is a workout. After those long training weekends, I would literally just sit in the bathtub and not be able to move. On top of training weekends, we were expected to be at the studio practicing 6x a week and meeting with our assigned small group weekly for practice teaching. We also had books to read, papers to write and exams to do. When I wasn’t cooking, I was yoga-ing. All.the.time. The work (physical + mental) was hard, but it was a good hard. A really good hard.
Over the six months of training, I found out a lot about myself that I didn’t know.
I learned to be more open with people and let them in, rather than keeping to myself.
I learned to stand in my feet and speak authentically to a crowd of people without sweating profusely.
I learned that I am not, and never will be, perfect…and that is totally okay.
I learned that chaturangas are just as good, if not better, than push-ups.
So, am I currently teaching now that I’m finished? I am! Sorta. I’m teaching community classes to a special group of ladies and love it. Like, really love it. I feel so called to be doing exactly what I’m doing right now that it’s silly. Every time I teach, I almost start to tear up because I feel so blessed and lucky in my life to be able to do this. And the women I have been teaching are just so fantastic. They really are. In the future, I’ll probably start teaching regular studio classes, but right now I know that I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
**credit for the photo above goes to the fabulous Rocky Slaughter. He should come back and take my class soon so I can kick his ass-ana.
**it’s time to go eat a cookie.