As I sit here today planning my next yoga classes I’m remembering what it was like to actually teach for the first time last week – nerve-wracking and exciting but also surprisingly calming.
It felt a lot like coming home I guess, which is exceptionally reassuring. And comforting too.
This is my path. I’m happy I’ve found it.
I remember teaching my first class. That moment you realise how right it feels - about five minutes after you've remembered to breathe and you stop sounding like mini mouse on helium. Though that might have just been me :)