I'm coming out of my first weekend in a teacher training.
I feel pumped!
That can happen when you spend four days with 50 people that say, "YES!"
I'm in this place where this training (life) feels right on time.
(Your life is always on time)
Yet I also feel like I wish I had taken it sooner. I admitted out loud to Steve that I wish I had taken it first.
I was invited with certainty.
I was pulled by the certainty in her voice.
I just knew. And she knew I knew.
The thing is -- not all yoga teacher training programs are alike (and thank goodness for that).
I've taken other trainings. I've assisted other trainings.
I've learned from alignment-based to almost non-existent alignment based.
I've learned from those that teach one/right-way to ones that bank on uncertainty.
I've learned from those that said no music to ones that blast music.
I've learned from those that believe in science to those that believe in psychics.
I've learned from ones that taught from tradition to ones that threw out the tradition.
I've realized this: everything up until this point has brought me here.
None of the above trainings are right or wrong -- they teach what they believe.
I've learned and unlearned. Some stuff is a re-learn.
I've been teaching yoga a short time, 3.5 years.
The way I teach now, is different from the way I taught a year and a half ago, it's different from the first time I ever taught.
Heck, even in the last several months! Now that I've been dropping all the mobility stuff in my classes (for damn good reason).
My approach is always in practice. Application of what I'm learning in my own body.
Too many instructors get away with not practicing.
I always found that strange.
I'm not talking about the "funks" that can creep in but I'm talking about instructors that hardly practice at all.
Or the ones that only practice handstands all day.
(I've had people in my classes that are great handstanders on Instagram but will bow out of my class half-way through and tell me my class is too challenging for them. And sometimes I've asked: "do you practice anything besides handstand?").
There's nothing wrong with handstands.
To me, my practice/movement foundation is vital the quality of my life.
And to my teaching.
I'm always learning. Refining. Growing.
Growth = Happiness.
I like having roots.
I'm a creature of habit. I like routine.
I like doing the same things, wearing the same things, and eating/drinking the same things.
I am (annoyingly) practical. I'm not very sentimental.
This makes me a terrible gift-giver, according to some.
I follow my gut.
This keeps me grounded.
I'm a Taurus (if that matters? I don't know. That zodiac stuff is mostly just fun).
I play close attention that know more than me and that do things better than me -- so I can learn and do too. When it comes people that know shit, I listen. And I especially lean into people that have a shit-ton of certainty.
Because you can hear it in their voice, see it in their presence, and feel it in their way of being.
There's a commitment there that in unwavering.
This weekend was a reminder to have unshakable commitment to things that really fucking matter.
And to others.
It's not just about teaching yoga.
Life things. People things. Thing things.
And being so fucking good, you'll be impossible for the world to ignore.
Because you already are so fucking good.