That’s riiiight! I’ve officially completed my first month of yoga teacher training, and as of tomorrow, I’ll have finished about 36 hours of my 200-hr program. Wa boom. The program has pushed me in a lot of ways thus far — physically (my shoulder’s still on the road to recovery so I have to modify a few poses), mentally (imagine a lot of really tricky anatomy pictures and terminology) and emotionally (Am I REALLY going to be ready to teach a class with any authority come March?).
I have wondered if I bit off more than I could chew. I have wondered if I really have the guts to go through with my certification and become a practicing teacher. In short, I’ve doubted myself. Then, DUH, I remembered that I’m only 1/6 of the way through my training. Of course I don’t feel ready to lead an hour-long class. Of course I still have trouble pronouncing that handful of sanskrit terms I’m trying to memorize.
So I’ve started to try and enjoy right where I am today, instead of worrying whether I should be remembering more than I am, or finding more time to study outside of our classes. I’m subtracting all that pressure from the equation.
Here’s the heart of the matter: The more that I study yoga, the more I come to love it. I KNOW it will help me inspire and encourage other people to find peace and purpose in their lives — and because of that I’m 100% clear that I’m right where I belong.
I’ll leave you with a few wise words from B.K.S. Iyengar’s Light on Life:
“Yoga is the rule book for playing the game of Life, but in this game no one needs to lose. It is tough, and you need to train hard. It requires the willingness to think for yourself, to observe and correct, and to surmount occasional setbacks. It demands honesty, sustained application and above all love in your heart.”