I have been teaching for exactly one year now. I can not believe how far I have come. A year ago, even armed with my accomplishment I was terrified. I was taken under the wing of my studio owners and little by little I got up and taught one class after the next. My first class was so emotional. My friends all came to support me, and as I stumbled through they said nice things. Through my dread of failure, I continued to get up and do it again. Frankie, from what is now called Yoga for Life took me under her critical wing and made me learn the dialog for bantam. She is not exactly a flowery loving yoga type, but I do think her methods where affective. My beloved Bre came and took my class in October. I was so nervous, because she was my dialog champion in Thailand. Her comment was that off all the trainees she had taken, I do the best! :) She love as me so I know some of that is just love... but part of me knows I am on a good path to becoming a great teacher. I really do love it. I teach officially only 4 classes a week, but I am often asked to cover many many more. Last week I taught 14 classes over the week. Some were small intimate, some were hot as hell, some were crazy but all were fun. I find I am connecting more and more with the students. I have my regulars that come and like my class for its pace and my strong encouraging voice. My sound is often committed on as well as my pace. I think I just keep I rolling and that is appreciated. I'm always ending exactly at 90 minutes... so something in me has a natural clock.
Outside of teaching, my life is good. Dante and Stone amaze me everyday and I think the yoga has made me much more present for them. This morning Dante fiddled with all the dials in the front seat because now he is big enough to sit there, drives me a bit crazy but in a tolerable way. Stone sits in the back seat playing his DS and singing all the songs on the radio in an unconscious exact tone. Dante continues to be all boy, all sports all fun. Stone is a little more complex, as his interests vary more than Dante. He is artistic and athletic. He has crazy fast twitch and can really outrun anyone. We cook together, read together, laugh together. I feel lucky because my boys are really all I could ever dream for.
My love life still languishes. I have had a few physical trysts be have yet to really have anything like a relationship. My heart strings that keep me tide to Peter have lessened. I still have a crazy place in my heart for him, but I am getting better at considering a future that doesn't have the barrier. There is a man I'd like to have a relationship with, and he is recently available, but damaged. We've expressed our crushes, but nothing really has happened yet. I am hopeful, but trying to be very patient as I think that is what he needs. That HE even exists is a big step for me.
I still wait for the funds to buy a home. But I am less anxious about it. I'm earning money on that money I don't have yet. So when I do finally get it, perhaps I can actually afford something that will work for me and the boys over the next 10 years.
All and all I think I am in a good place. I am happy with my journey as a teacher. I am thrilled with being a very good mother. There is hope for future romance. My life is pretty full! I am blessed!
