For seven years, nothing made me happier than yoga. I recall the days when I was working behind a desk in an office (sitting cross-legged and in yoga pants, of course) waiting for the 5 p.m. hour to hit so I could start wrapping up the day and begin making my way up to Back Bay or the North End of Boston so I could to make it to whatever yoga class was on my mind at the moment.
In the early days, I was obsessed with yoga. What came next, of course, was teacher training, followed by me leaving the corporate world to pursue (you guessed it) teaching yoga. Some co-workers wondered what the heck I was doing leaving a great job in design to pursue a job in stretching. Others were inspired to think outside the cubicle box and begin crafting their exit strategy to find a career they were passionate for as well.
Over the course of six years and two cities, I’ve taught anywhere from two classes to 18 classes per week. Still, I practiced daily, either in the comfort of my own home or in the yoga studio I deemed as extended family by that point. When I moved to Miami, I was still teaching full time as a yoga teacher, practicing daily, but less and less over time. The desire to do the greater moves and balances lessened, and I began to care more about creating actual "balance" for my mind and body.