I sought out my first yoga class at 23 as a means for achieving the “perfect body”. It seemed like Jennifer Aniston and Madonna were on the cover of every magazine rockin’ their bikini bodies, and in every interview they attributed their “success” to yoga. Without hesitation, I jumped on the bandwagon and found a studio right by my office
My first experience was not “love at first sight”. I struggled. I found it frustrating. The postures felt impossible (I could barely touch my toes!) It was so hot and so sweaty. The teacher seemed to be talking in a foreign language. But, by the end of class, I felt incredible. So, I kept showing up. Slowly I began to fall in love with the practice—although, I think I really fell in-love with savansana.
Yoga and I had an on again off again relationship throughout the years- always viewing it as a “just a supplement” to my workouts. It was in 2011 (6 years after my first class) when my practice began to take on a whole new meaning. I was transitioning from a major move. I was overwhelmed, lost, and uncertain—what am I supposed to be doing with my life? I went straight to the yoga studio. Practicing several times a week, I felt I needed it to survive. Yoga was helping me feel more grounded, and more aware of my feelings, and everything around me. I had space to breathe and I was learning to be more present, more patient, and more compassionate with myself and with others. It just felt right. It was later that year that I signed up for the 200hr Teacher Training, and I’ve been teaching ever since.
As a teacher, I remain a constant student of the practice. I continue to learn and grow through classes, workshops, and trainings led by the teachers that inspire me. In my classes, I hope to lead my students through a flow that meets them where they are and always encourages them to take the time to slow down, listen to their body, and their breath. Ultimately, yoga connects us to ourselves and to others. It becomes a part of us. And just maybe- with some practice, we will stumble across that place where we can let go of “being perfect” and enjoy all the beauty and quirks of simply being.