Hello, friends! It’s been a while. Lately, I’ve been nose deep in finishing a self study project, the final part toward my 200-hour yoga certification.
I have news! It is done.
Now, I’m waiting to receive the paper certification in the mail, but still I am officially a 200-hour certified yoga instructor. And it feels so good.
This is something I’ve been working towards since I was 15-years old and my gym instructor told me I would make a great yoga instructor. (I was taking a Yoga, Pilates, and Tae-Bo elective.) Her comment stuck with me ever since. Throughout high school and college, I practiced yoga and dreamed of being an instructor someday. A few years after college, I remember journaling around the New Year and for probably the 5th year in a row one of my goals was around practicing more yoga and becoming an instructor. I had a moment where I thought -- “Wait, why haven’t I done this yet?” And decided this was the year to make some movement on it.
I researched studios that hosted teacher training programs near me and found a home in Cascade Yoga Studio. That year I practiced more yoga and I saved for the tuition. By January 2016 I was starting my program. Over the next 9 months the program met one weekend per month, with homework and projects in between. That year I happened to get engaged, married, and buy a house. So, on top of the yoga teacher training program, I was working full-time in a demanding job, planning my wedding, house hunting, and moving. Note: I wouldn’t suggest doing all the things at the same time. MELTDOWNS ENSUED!
Oh man, they did. When you take a good yoga teacher training program, yes you study yoga and the body, and learn how to teach but you also study yourself. And while you discover some pretty awesome things about yourself you will also uncover some shortcomings. I did and it was hard and I got down on myself.
I finished the trainings in November 2016, but because the rest of my life had been the whirlwind that it was it took me the whole next year to completely finish my program: attending hours of workshops by “master teachers,” observing senior teachers, reading books and writing reports, getting CPR certified, and lastly, completing a 20-hour self study project in an area of yoga that interests you.
That part should have been easy--I love yoga, I love writing, it was actually something I was really looking forward to about the training. So it figures that it ended up being the hardest part for me. Again and again, I would sit down to work and hit wall after wall. It was discouraging, and hard to quiet the voices in my head that were demanding: “why can’t you just do this?!”
Up until a couple of days ago, I was embarrassed about how long my teacher training took me to complete. But, you know what? I'm not going to dwell on how long it took. It took me what it took me and I stuck with it because it meant something to me, and it’s done now. And I am happy and grateful for this journey.
I ended up writing about the Moon and yoga and I’d love to share these ideas over the next few posts. We’ll be looking at the Moon’s role in yoga, her energetic effects, and how we might benefit from reconnecting to her. Sound fun??
More soon, Moonbeams!