Today I taught my largest class to date. I was shaking off nerves and humbled by how many people got up to share their Sunday morning with me. When I think back to my life a year ago, I couldn’t have begun to imagine this moment let alone feel worthy of it. Before I started this journey, I was another lost 20-something searching for something ‘more’ in life. Stepping out on faith, I listened to my heart and became a yoga instructor.
Lately I have been overwhelmed with the positive feedback regarding my classes. While I’m more than appreciative, I’m beginning to feel guilty. See, I am merely a messenger, sharing the ancient practice of yoga, not the creator. I am simply a guide helping people discover the potential that lies within each and every one of us, not some enlightened healer. I am so appreciative of the praise, but it would be selfish for me to think it’s mine alone.
My students are really thanking each and every person in my life that made this journey possible. They are thanking every yoga instructor that has shaped the practice, my friends and family who stood by me on this crazy ride, and anyone else who directly or indirectly made me the person I am today. I am worthy of this moment because it’s not really mine but ours. It took me a career change to understand the meaning of it, and I think maybe that’s what I was searching for a year ago; gratitude. In other words, thanks!
Pancake of the day: blueberry & honey
Pose of the day: paschimottanasana (seated forward bend)
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