How I Became a Yoga Instructor
This is a post that just may encourage you to follow your dreams, or maybe just your gut. In a previous post, I wrote a little bit about how I became a certified yoga instructor, but recently I found this piece that I wrote for an assignment during my training, and wanted to share it with you.
June 2016 –
Sometimes, we just have to take a leap of faith and hope that everything will turn out to be wonderful. Of course, this is often so much easier said than done.
Your thoughts turn into your reality. If you continue to think in the same patterns or live in the same way, you will continue to bring to you more of what you are thinking. But, if you are willing to get out of your own way and listen to your inner guide, you may be surprised at what comes your way!
Did I Have a Choice?
I was a 20 year elementary teacher who returned to teaching last year after losing my teenaged son to cancer two years ago. I wasn’t completely invested in returning to my career, but what other choice did I have? There really aren’t a lot of options for first grade teachers who specialize in reading intervention, so I believed with all my heart that I was doing what I was supposed to do and set out to give it every ounce of everything I had (because that’s what I do!). As the school year took a firm hold on my life, I began to attend yoga classes with a friend every now and then. I also began to see my massage therapist/Reiki healer once in awhile and tried to reignite that incredible spark I had felt once or twice in my my life earlier on. Eventually, I met Katherine, a yoga instructor/high school teacher in my district. It was only three months into the school year and I was depressed and stressed to the max. It was going to be a LONG year! As I got to know Katherine and enjoyed her classes, she let me know that she was going to resign from teaching in the public school at Christmas and pursue her passion for teaching yoga. I thought she was the LUCKIEST person in the world. Incredibly crazy, but lucky! How in the world could she leave her salary, insurance benefits and non-probationary status (tenure) to teach YOGA, of all things? It sounded so…so, stress-FREE! I won’t lie, I was a wee bit jealous. I began to hear about other people leaving their careers to pursue a career in yoga, and consistently stumbled across articles in magazines, interviews, etc. Did people REALLY do this? The seed was planted. It was destined to happen, I just didn’t know it yet.
The Seed Began to Sprout
On Dec. 23, 2014 the seed began to sprout. I was sitting in the Denver Convention Center waiting for my step daughter’s graduation ceremony to end. She had accepted her degree and there was nothing to do but kill time. As I scanned Facebook on my phone, looking for something interesting to catch my eye, it was what I heard, not what I saw, that captured my attention, hook line and sinker. Apparently, there is now such a thing as a degree in the alternative arts. Who knew? I started to google to learn more about this new focus of study that my alma mater was now offering. I couldn’t let it go, but I was NOT about to go back to college. I have my masters degree, my Reiki Master/Teacher certification and Healing Touch level 3 certification. I had spent quite enough money on my education, or so I thought. Before I could go to sleep that night, I continued to Google to find options. Something was calling me, but what? I had my hands FULL teaching third grade for the first time in nine years. I had no business thinking I’d take classes of any sort. I was still healing and grieving my teen son. But, my inner guide knew better than I did, and this thing called Yoga Therapy popped up on my screen. The sprout became a seedling just like that. Sometimes, the Universe knows more about what we need than we do, if we just pay attention and listen. The seedling continued to grow…
It All Happened So Fast
I’m not quite sure how it all happened, but it happened really fast. I think I emailed Nancy at NamesteWorks Yoga for more information before falling asleep, and the next day I had a reply. Before I knew it, I had been accepted into her program and I was now a student of yoga therapy. Wow! What a ride! I really have no idea what I was thinking. Was I really going to teach yoga? When? That didn’t seem likely, but I followed through and began the program. It was pretty overwhelming at first since I was struggling to keep my head above water at school. There was so much to learn about yoga, and those darned Sanskrit words were so confusing! In time, the school year ended, and I was completely uninterested in enduring that level of stress anymore, so, I somewhat blindly took a leap of faith and resigned from my 20 year career. Seriously. One thing I have learned from losing my son is that this life is just too short to live unhappily. The seedling grew and grew!
A Happy, Healthy Tree
Fast forward another month… I have one more weekend of instruction from Nancy and I’ll be a certified yoga therapist. The now tiny tree is growing into a full fledged, full grown tree, a beautiful, loving, happy and healthy tree. Not only did I find strength enough to listen to my heart and follow my inner guide, but I have also been asked to teach three classes for a new employee wellness program at a hospital downtown! In addition, I feel a strong calling to create a website full of positivity and education about complementary healing modalities. For the first time in years, I feel ready to give Reiki again. It’s amazing what we are capable of as humans if we just turn off our ideas of who we think we are supposed to be, and instead listen to who we want to be.
Yoga helps us accomplish a sense of inner peace, and guides us to listen to our souls. It teaches us to be mindful in all we do. It creates community, spreads love and shares wisdom. When put like that, wouldn’t you like to be a yoga teacher, too? Maybe it’s time to stop living the same life you have been living and focus on your dreams and passions, if you aren’t already. If the time is right for you, sit for a spell, look inward, and have a conversation with your soul. Maybe, just maybe, you will find a seed waiting to be watered.