It has been two years since I realized that the dream I’d held on to since the day I held my first baby was no longer my dream. That baby will celebrate his 23 birthday in less than a week, so that dream has been around for a long while!
Those who know me, know that I fought it and REALLY struggled to let the dream go. It was one of those times in life where the test of faith requires that you let go before the rope you are to grab hold of appears.
In August of 2013 I took a gamble that was emotionally painful, stressful, and completely contrary to anything that comes naturally to me BUT the payoff has been more rewarding than I ever could have dreamed possible. I had long desired to get my Master’s Degree in Family Studies. My plan was to return to school after my fourth child entered Middle School, to get my Master’s degree and then my PhD, at which point I would enter the professional world of academia.
Unbeknownst to me at the time of making “The Plan”, I would eventually have 6 children rather than the originally planned 4, which delayed most of what I had laid out and organized so carefully. Because this had been something that had been in the back of my mind for a ton of years, I never really questioned it along the way. So I was completely and totally taken off guard when I simply did not LOVE being back in the student seat! There was a time when I honestly thought I could be a student forever and now I could barely muster the desire to buy highlighters and notebooks (that is big, because I love office supplies!)
Anyway… I made a quick phone call the day before classes were to start the next semester and enrolled in a 200 Hour Teacher Training, with the agreement that I would “power” through and finish my training before the winter semester started.
… I still cannot believe it has been just over a year since those brakes came a’ slammin’ and I totally course corrected.
Though my program was awesome, my four month journey was anything but the Zen-like process you might expect when imagining a yoga teacher in training. I was FULL of doubts confusion and probably pride- I was in a HUGE rush to ‘get it done’ and I was constantly in a fret about whether or not I should return to my “dream”. Though it was not an ideal approach, it was THE only journey that would have worked for me at that time in my life.
My personal yoga journey began at a local YMCA, with a cute and young bubbly girl who really loved to “play” with yoga. I had been practicing for several years in my home with the wonderful world of DVD’s, but she was my first experience with and ‘in class’ yoga practice. I was hooked from Day 1, and found every possible opportunity to add yoga to my workout routine.
Somewhere between then and now, my yoga journey has morphed and grown into something so amazing and so much a part of who I am, on and off the mat. When I completed teacher training I had TWO real goals:
1. Bring a meaningful practice to the people who might not find themselves in a Yoga exclusive studio… I wanted to find the people just like me, who would accidentally stumble into yoga and then learn to LOVE it
2. SOMEHOW find a connection between my academic training and my yoga passion…
Though the people who come to class each day may never see #2 play out, I find elements of my schooling in every class that I teach,
BUT it is my first goal, to bring yoga to those people who might not otherwise find it that I celebrate today.
With a quiet class of 2
I introduced Wheel,
one gal has a regular practice of wheel,
and one does not
but BOTH tried…
And both succeeded in their own unique way- which reminded me why I came to yoga, fell in love, replaced my dreams with a new journey, and found a lifelong passion that I cannot wait to share with the sweet souls who step into any room that I am lucky to teach.
I am so grateful for this path that has allowed me to teach yoga principles that can benefit us on and off the mat. I am grateful for the classes, large and small, that I’ve been given opportunity to guide…
And I’m more than grateful to share the yoga path with my fellow travelers, from novice to experienced and back again. It has been a detour I am grateful I took.