Two years ago …

Kind of an ominous start considering that nearly two years ago exactly the Covid pandemic began with school closures and business closures and quarantining and red, yellow and green zones.  Two years.  So much has happened.  So much has changed.

Also, two years ago I began my yoga teacher training journey.  I knew it was something I wanted to do, so when my studio offered their first (and to this point only) teacher training I signed up.  And I honestly hated it.  It wasn’t anything I thought it would be.  It made me resent yoga – which I think is probably not ever the intention.  I decided that perhaps, teaching yoga wasn’t for me, and when isolation began I dropped out.  I knew that my attitude certainly wasn’t very yogic and my presence wouldn’t have been fair to the other women focused on becoming teachers.

But even though I felt okay about my decision at the time, I kept coming back to the idea that I wanted to get certified.  I felt it in my bones, as though it was the right thing for me to pursue.  Maybe I just needed a little bit of time to figure out my true ‘why’ … I don’t know.

But here I am, March 2022, beginning yoga teacher training again.  And it is SO DIFFERENT than the first time.  To begin, it’s online (possibly not a strength for me but hopefully not a deal breaker either).  But it’s also not solely focused on the Baptiste method (which is the type of yoga I regularly practice and love, but didn’t speak to me during my first training).  This course is rich with yogic history and Sanskrit and all the things I wanted to learn the first time around but … didn’t.  I have cautiously optimistic high hopes that this training will be the beginning of my next phase of yoga.  And I’m nervous and excited and a little scared.

Which I’m very sure is a good thing.

Xox, g