200hrs Later
What do you do when it's all over?
It's hard to leave home.
I say home because this is where it all started. This is where I took my first yoga class, where I came back to after I got lost in life... Where I decided to learn...
I have a feeling it was less of my own decision but rather a path I was meant to find.
I call it home because that is what it has become. Not just to me I am sure, but to all of the amazing individuals I got to spend 200hrs with. It would not have been the same without them.
I like to think each of us was meant to be in that particular group to teach us all a little something different.
What started out as a regular yoga room, we transformed into a home. We have poured 200hrs of energy, sweat, tears and pieces of ourselves into that space. We created a safe haven of learning, an exchange of not only of physical energies but something greater. We shared and shed pieces of ourselves in this space.
There's no place like home
How do you leave that behind and walk away from such a place?
I have a feeling it is not going to be easy, but I know we had three amazing teachers who prepared us to do so. Three people who each brought something different to our learning experience. Three unique individuals who also shared parts of themselves in order to help us grow. I don't think a simple thank you could cover the appreciation we have for what they have done.
I am not afraid to teach but I am afraid to stop learning and growing in the capacity that I have in this particular space. That is my greatest fear about leaving home.
I know I will share an amazing relationship with these individuals who travelled this journey with me. A relationship that language fails to describe despite how hard I may try. I know they will leave this home and continue to teach inspire others in every way possible as they have for me.
I wish to do the same.