Myself, along with 15 other amazing students, completed 200-hour yoga teacher training in early December. It was a phenomenally emotional ending to a spectacular journey that began with all of us nervously going around the room introducing ourselves, and ended with tears and hugs and lifelong friendships.
It was exhausting and emotional, but it was also just a few weeks away from the holidays, and when it finished, I definitely needed a breather.
So, I took one. A little break from yoga, a bit too much eating and drinking, and catching up with friends I hadn’t seen for those three months.
When January rolled around, I said I’d give myself the month to get physically and mentally ready to walk into a yoga studio or health club and introduce myself as a yoga instructor.
Now that we’re half way through February, I find myself slightly frozen and unable to pull the trigger.
Yes, I am nervous at the thought of teaching a class, but I’m confident that my training was so phenomenal (and our teacher even more so) that I would do just fine.
I even crave the way I know I will feel once I’ve taught my very first class. Even if I stumble a little, I can’t wait to feel the pride I know will come with it.
Part of me wonders if I’m so stuck in my current routine of working full time and having a social life, that I have a hard time throwing a wrench into all of it.
Maybe I’m just lazy.
Maybe I’m more petrified than I think.
I’m reminded of something I heard from the beautiful yoga teacher Elena Brower before I decided to do teacher training. She said, “Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.”
It couldn’t be truer. I felt alive for the first time in a very long time when I began teacher training, and it was something I was so, so scared of doing.
She goes on:
“This is where I am standing right now, I’m right on the edge of it, I am going to get to the other side of this place, but I am so uncomfortable and I know that this is where it all starts.”
I think it’s time to find the end of my comfort zone again, ASAP.