I had my first experience feeling like a real yoga teacher on Sunday.
After my experience of having yoga-teacher-ADD in teacher training, (it was like I needed to get a TUI, teaching under the influence), I had a come to Jesus discussion with myself about teaching. I wrote myself a letter, giving me permission to be myself.
I showed up to teach a donation class on Sunday with my friend who is also in teacher training. I’m used to teaching other teachers and experienced students. I realized, with the first move from downdog to ragdoll, that maybe 3 people in the class had more than 5 yoga classes before walking in the door, including a hearing-impaired woman whose hearing aid went out halfway through class. I immediately threw my script out the window, adjusted my plan for the class, got myself out of the way, and taught for the students. Did I mess up? Yes, but I recovered and the students had no idea. Smoothly transitioned to the other teacher for the second half. It was fun for both fellow teachers and new students, it ran on time, everyone broke a sweat as well as a smile, and after class, people asked me where I will be teaching next.
I had my “well hello there, teacher” moment. Believe me, I’m sure there will be plenty more, “omg, you call yourself a teacher?” moments, but I need those moments to really appreciate the good ones.
I’ve been telling a story in hips throughout my training from one of my favorite books, Geography of Bliss. Well, you’ll have to take one of my classes to hear the whole thing, but part of the story is that Eric Weiner meets with a man named Karma in Bhutan who looks at all of his successes and failures with the same insignificance. That’s right: insignificance. I finally started listening to my own story.