At the end of high-school everyone always asks; Now what?! Where will you go to college? And at the end of college “Now what?! Where will you work?”
I loved having an answer. I felt strong, sure of myself, and like I Have A Path. At the end of college, with a visible baby bump underneath my gowns. They knew what I was doing. And? So did I. I adored it. Motherhood was the answer for me, and filled me up like nothing else.
8 years later. . . I’m facing it again. The question. Internal and out. However, this time, nothing quite so satisfying to retort.
Yoga Teacher Training is beginning to amp up as we end in September and I’m starting to get the question.
“Where will you teach? What next!”
The transition from Training to Teacher is really beginning to feel like a fright train and I’m exhilarated and terrified. My goals and dreams seem enormous, and my confidence is the little engine that could.
Our town is saturated with incredibly inspiring, brilliant, and experienced yoga teachers. They bring to the table information, time, and knowledge that only years and dedication can give you. They fill up our studios, and blow me away with every interaction.
This month of training holds book reports, research projects, practice classes, and a lot more REAL DEAL TEACHING than the previous three months, and I’m feeling that familiar butterfly of finals week.
This week it’s hit me hard. A lot feels big and swirly but a few thoughts have sifted to the surface in my conversations with Charlie, my journal, and mediating.
- It’s ok, good, and normal to not have all the answers.
- I love creating community. I love yoga. I love empowering women. All of that will come through no matter how I work to reach others.
- There is enough success, space, love, and yoga for everyone.
I’ve been repeating, meditating, and leaning on those three thoughts for the better part of 48 hours. I’ve been 16 days of quiet on this blog, as my brain goes through this major transitional overhaul. Something I dreamt about mere two years ago becomes a very real thing.
Current Yoga Dreams;
- Womens day long self-care yoga retreat.
- Yoga in the park, family friendly, weekly.
- Finding a consistent way/space/people to teach.
It’s all feeling real, and imagined, and fast right now. A blur of WHOA. If that makes any sense.
So, if you’ve ben wondering where I’ve been. Or why I’m not blogging. Transition is equal parts my favorite thing ever (my house doesn’t stay the same for more than two months. . . for real), and scary AF.
Here. We. Go.