At 11:27 am CST, I locked the door to 300 Saint James Street for the last time. I had just finished teaching my last yoga class at our temporary studio and it was a lovely class filled with committed yoga students and beautiful energy. I got into my car and had to sit there for a little while and reflect.
It was about 2 years ago that I decided to become a yoga teacher. 2 short years. It’s something I always thought about, of course. I wanted to do it for a long time, but certain things (read: feeling like I didn’t deserve to do it, wasn’t worth it, etc.) kept me from pushing through and doing it. I’ll never forget the moments that got me to the other side of that: several yoga teachers at the gym I attended kept asking me to “finally get” my “yoga training in so” I “could sub already, dammit!”
What can I say, they were persuasive.
20 months ago, I did what I could with what I had (very tiny budget and very little time,) and took a very little basic yoga teacher training. Within 3 days I was able to teach at my gym. And teach I did! It was only a few weeks later that I had my own regular class and was subbing frequently in multiple locations all over town. My goodness, when I think back on some of those classes, well, let’s just say that most yoga students are benevolent, patient, good humored folk! I kept teaching, though, and I kept learning and growing and asking questions. I kept searching and trying and trusting in the process. Yoga Sol was born and I moved my mat from the gym to a studio.
Yoga Sol lived at that studio for 14 months. My classes grew from one student (or, at times, none) to wall to wall mats. I met amazing people and felt amazing energy and got to witness the transformation that comes when you commit to a regular yoga practice both in my students and in myself. I met mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters, artists and actors, poets and photographers, teachers and students, and Michael Franti and his gang.
The wheel keeps on rolling down the road, for sure!
Somewhere along that road, I realized that I DO deserve to follow my bliss, I DO deserve to have a bright future, I DO deserve a real and proper training, so in October I packed up my bags and headed out west to The White Lotus Foundation. For many of you, this might not seem like a big deal. For me and my family, however, it was revolutionary. I left my homeschooled children and husband (who works in an industry that is fueled by college sports,) alone for 16 days during the 3 busiest weekends of the year: homecoming and games against the 2 top rivals. Used to be that I wouldn’t even think about scheduling lunch during those weekends, much less a trip across the country! Yoga transforms, eh?
I sent in my final paperwork for my 200RYT last Saturday. I DID IT!
Today I locked the door at the temporary location of Yoga Sol. I taught the last class there and I will be teaching the first class at the new location, 210 Saint James Street, which just happens to fall on my 35th birthday. I think it’s highly significant. I feel it’s a rebirth, of sorts. I will be opening the studio not just as a teacher, but as the manager, working very closely with one of the greatest gifts I have ever received, my mentor, friend, and Yoga Sol owner, Polly. What started out as just the two of us in a dance studio has now grown into the first indoor / outdoor yoga studio in Mid-MO, if not the entire state of Missouri. We have a teaching staff of 8 other teachers on board now as well as our own classes filled with students who have followed us both through the trenches and into the light.
And the wheel is still rolling!
Yoga is very much like a wheel. The more momentum it has, the further it goes, and will usually take you further than you could ever imagine if you just let it go. I cannot wait to see where this leads, but I’ll tell you this – I hope I never stop the wheel from turning. I will watch it with amazement and awe and joy because it is bound to be an awesome ride.