The story of what brought me to yoga is a bit of a personal one. Without getting into it completely, I found yoga during a point in my life when I was the closest to rock bottom I've ever been. I was a broken, lost, sad version of myself. I didn't start yoga to fix any of that. I started yoga because it was a great workout and what I found as my practice deepened was that yoga wasn't just a workout for my body, it was something that was strengthening my whole being. I signed up for yoga teacher training because of how much yoga had meant for me. How much it had changed me and helped me.
Yesterday I had a bad day. It was just one of those days where it felt like a million people were pulling me in a million different directions. It was the type of day I'm sure each and every one of you has had. Things felt like they were all going wrong and I couldn't catch a break. After work I'd signed up to sub a friends yoga class. I left work, fought traffic, and got to the yoga studio ten minutes early. I sat in my car breathing and listening to music, telling myself that I needed to let it all go so that I could show up powerfully to my class.
I walked into the classroom and decided that instead of pretending I hadn't had a rough day I'd acknowledge it and share it with the class. After all the focus at the studio this week was centering, something that had clearly been a struggle for me that day. So I did. I shared it, straight from my heart and full of all my imperfections And as the next 60 minutes flowed by so did all the negative energy surrounding my day. I walked out of that class on cloud 9. Feeling full of life, of connection.
I teach yoga because I love it. Every single class I teach is a beautiful challenge. And every class I teach is a learning experience.
There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is called Yesterday and the other is called Tomorrow. Today is the right day to Love, Believe, Do and mostly Live.- Dalai Lama XIV