|We’ve reached the unofficial kickoff to the summer, Memorial Day Weekend! I hope you all get to enjoy an extra day off on Monday, and it looks like this weekend will actually feel like summer. I’m wrapping up my 300 hour yoga teacher training, and I will officially have an advanced teaching certificate! We started the course in September, and I can’t believe it’s already coming to an end. As things wind down, it’s given me a chance to reflect on my own journey and realize how far I’ve come. Not only did this training help give me that extra push I needed to put myself out there, but I’ve taught over 100 classes since changing my career path just a few months ago. Today’s post is an ode to my fellow teachers.|
I joined the training in part because I felt like if I ever wanted to teach, it was time to get serious. I was convinced that I’d completely lost my teaching chops since my 200 hour training, despite feeling so energized and ready to teach when I graduated in 2017. I felt out of practice, and I wasn’t sure I could get back to where I was. I didn’t think I was enough to make it as a yoga instructor.
I also joined because of the teacher, whom I absolutely adore. She is one of the most beautiful souls I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and when she announced she was leading this training I leapt at the opportunity to bask in her light. If you ever have an opportunity to take a class with Jacqui Bonwell, you’d be silly to pass it up. She teaches all over, from the Cape to Maine, so there’s a good chance she’ll be within driving distance once we’re back in the studios. I knew that I would love every minute of being her student, and I have. Until the end of time, I will follow her around New England, soaking up her wisdom and wit, and I will be forever grateful for everything she has given me.
What I didn’t know about this training was how much I’d learn from all the other students. I remember being in class last fall, exhausted and stressed over work. I hadn’t finished the assigned reading, and I had nothing to add to the conversation – quite similar to our previous meeting. Meanwhile, my classmates shared their own stories, some awe inspiring, some absolutely heart wrenching, but all equally beautiful. My heart ached for them, and I sobbed all the way home. These people were hurting and still thriving. The crosses they bore were so much heavier than my own, yet I was the one being dragged down – by something I could control, nonetheless. It yanked me right out of my own wallowing and self pity and put me on the path I knew I was meant to follow. In that instant, all my fellow students became my teachers.
Each and every one of them has been such a bright light. They have all taught me so much about what it means to be human. Their joy, vulnerability, grief, their own transformations – this list could honestly go on forever – have all inspired me more than I could have ever imagined. Seeing the world through their eyes has brought me so much perspective, and it has given me the courage to change my life and live my own truth. Without them, I wouldn’t be standing here today doing what I love. From the first week of our training together, they were there to offer conversations over cups of tea, auditioning tips, and leads on where to find subbing gigs around Boston. They have offered me connections, attended my classes, liked every single Instagram post in my mediocre attempt to market myself and cheered me on as this journey has unfolded. They made me realize that I am enough, and I always have been. That’s what I needed to understand the most.
In a world with so much pressure to be better, do more and keep growing, we can forget to look inside and realize that we already have everything we need. We are constantly evolving, whether we realize it or not, and we all move at our own pace. When we try to force transformation, it seldom sticks, but if you stop grasping for that next rung on the ladder, one day you will look back and realize how far you’ve come. Life teaches us all in different ways. As children grow up, they don’t just decide one day that they’re going to take a course on the ABCs and learn to communicate. Through love, persistence and encouragement, they learn how to walk through life, one step at a time, and that process still applies to us as adults. Surround yourself with people who love you. Keep doing all the things that bring you joy. Inspire others just by shining your own light. To borrow a line from one of my fellow teachers, “You are loved simply and profoundly because you exist.”
Words cannot express the gratitude in my heart for everyone who has supported me on this journey, including each and every one of you. With the culmination of my program, a very special birthday and the imminent birth of a new baby in the framily, it is a very exciting and emotional weekend. I feel like my heart is going to explode, so if you feel a sudden pang of warm fuzzies at some point today, that’s probably from me. And always remember – you are enough.
Om shanti shanti shanti…