A bittersweet weekend. A weekend filled with firsts and familiars. A weekend filled with love and with tears. My first full yoga class has been taught, I have my certificate in hand, I am a certified yoga teacher. Four months ago this all felt so far away. I felt as though I had so much ground to cover, so much to learn and to process, so much to hear, say and do. Four months ago I thought I had to cover that ground, learn and process that information, hear, say and do those things. Four months ago, those were my expectations. Today I graduate, with more ground to cover, more things to learn and process, more to hear, say and do than I could have ever imagined entering teachers training. Through the past four months of yoga teacher training I have come to acknowledge, accept and embrace that I know very little and that no matter how much I learn and experience, I will still know very little. It’s a little bit frustrating, a little bit annoying, a little bit discouraging. But it’s also incredibly uplifting. I am ok with knowing very little. I am ok with always knowing very little. Because I know I am exactly where I am meant to be. I am meant to know what I know. And I am meant to do what I do with what I know. The other day I read the words, “I dare you to trust what you know.” Four months of yoga teacher training and I accept that dare. I accept that dare with a strengthening body, an opening heart, a curious mind and a happy spirit.
Thank you to my teachers Jai Kai and Aman Rai. I would not be where I am in life without you. Upon first emailing Jai about the training, he told me that many have found the program transformational. My first teacher training was truly the catalyst for positive personal growth. I am forever grateful for having learned from you both.
Thank you to my yoga family. The group of eight whom I shared so much with over the past four months. The immediate connection I felt to our tribe was profound and endearing. I learned so much from each of you and I am forever appreciative for being in your presence.
I move forward unsure of the route I will take. None of the avenues I’ve previously meandered down feel quite right anymore. It’s time for an new adventure.
Move. Breathe. Be.
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