Back in September I took on a challenge (that is still continuing) by enrolling in Yoga Teacher Training (YTT). I was full of fear, insecurities, and doubt. After all, I do not come without a slew of challenges. Between MS, limited range of motion of my left arm from breast cancer that required surgery, and a fused spine, I am what I like to call a hot mess. The schedule was set before we even started and I worried that on the days when I needed to be at Teacher Training, something could happen MS-wise, making me unable to even complete the training as required. Plus add in my usual dose of self deprecation feeling inferior and incapable, and I had no idea if I would be successful, and the former perfectionist in me reared it’s ugly head my way.
Nevertheless, I had already fallen in love with yoga and I just wanted to learn more: physically, emotionally, and spiritually. The road has not been an easy one for me, to say the least. But I have worked hard, both on and off my mat, with the unconditional support of my entire yoga family. Hell, I even showed up to a teacher training for a whole weekend while suffering from a fever, which for a heat intolerant MS patient, may as well be death. I was shaking everywhere, totally off-balance, with every symptom magnified yet I showed up on my mat. I sat as far away from the others as I could so as not to spread my germs, and I pushed through. It took me several days to recover, but I showed that I had the dedication to do it.
Also, yoga teacher training and the schedule is not negotiable. Not only have a missed precious time with my other half, but I also missed family functions because they fell on a YTT weekend. This caused some strife with certain members of my family, while others have been supporting me on this journey, and are proud of my work ethic and dedication to this undertaking because they know how intense it is and how deep the work is.
In April, I graduated with my 200 hour certification, even as I continue to work towards 300 hours. It was a proud day for me, because I have had to work twice as hard as the others because in addition to the physical limitations I deal with, I also have cognitive deficiencies from MS that affect my focus and memory, as well as retention of information. Just as we were getting ready to graduate, my teacher reached out to all of us, seeking subs for her classes so that she could take a well-deserved vacation. The other girls in my YTT class had already been subbing, but I was holding back because I was not yet certified and although I had been teaching certain segments of classes with my teacher in the room, I wanted more time before taking on a whole class of my own, from beginning to end. I told my teacher that I wanted to think about it overnight before committing, even though I knew it was time for me to take the leap.
So I sat down with my notebook, and wrote out a class that I felt really good about. I practiced it, I spoke it out loud, I timed it, I added to it, I did it with my trainer, and I worried about my need for a notebook since I was afraid that the good ‘ole MS brain fog would sneak in anytime it wanted. Bruce worried that the inner perfectionist that I have worked hard to dissolve over the past five years was coming back and that I was reverting back to old habits. I assured him it was just this first class that I had to get under my belt and then I’d be fine. He had every right to worry but ever my rock he gave me the space I needed and believed that I was being honest with him.
On the night before the class I was teaching, I got those very familiar “Sunday night teacher feels”…. the anxiety, the nervous stomach, and the inability to sleep. In fact, I woke up at 4:00 am, saying parts of the sequence I had planned over and over again in my head. But walking into that studio on the morning of my class felt just like coming home. I watched as some MS sisters came to show their support. I watched as my trainer came and planted herself right in the front row. I watched as one of my Gypsy Soul Sisters, who just happened to be on spring break, set up shop in the front row. I watched as a beloved former student who is really more of a runner but wanted to support me came in to the studio. I watched as the regulars who I have been taking this class with since I started at the studio came and were full of excitement that I was teaching. I felt loved and supported, and totally ready to teach.
As soon as I started, I fell into my old, but not forgotten role as a teacher. I’m not going to lie… it felt fantastic. I have always been the teacher that learns as much (or more) from my students as they learn from me, and this was no exception. Yes, I used my notebook, but not in an intrusive way, but more as a security blanket knowing that I had what I needed right there. Because of MS I might always have a notebook, but I’m hopeful that some day I can create a class on the fly that everyone will love. But if I can’t, I’m ok with that.
When I resigned my position as a classroom teacher five years ago, my principal told me she did not envision that my teaching career was over, but simply that my classroom would just look different. I know I can’t do this full time, or even all that regularly. When you combat crippling fatigue that isn’t even helped with the strongest of amphetamines, sometimes you can only do one thing a day… if that. I’d be withholding information if I didn’t share that after this class and a cup of coffee with my MS sisters, I crashed. Hard. I’m used to that. It’s life with MS.
But this time I slept soundly, knowing that I would never again have those Sunday night teacher feels because a yoga community is way different than a bunch of high schoolers. Even with 200 hours under my belt, I feel like I have so much more to learn and I’m really excited to share it with those who attend my classes in the future. I can’t promise that I won’t be using my notebook. But I can promise a great playlist of songs you might not normally hear in a yoga class, a flow that may take you by surprise a little, and a heart that is 100% full of gratitude and appreciation for the students, the practice, and my place in this world. Namaste. 🙏🏻