Three years ago, I realized that my “dream job” was making me miserable. I earned a considerable amount of money but I had no free time in which to spend it. My favorite part of the day was working out before work or attending a yoga class after work. I decided to quit my job and complete a yoga teacher training at the Kripalu Center for Yoga & Ayurveda. That training changed my life.
I had been practicing yoga for over a decade, but it wasn’t until I deeply dived into the practice that I understood how it transcended physical postures and affected mental, spiritual, and emotional wellbeing. Yoga taught me about the power of authenticity, connection, and movement. I began to relate to the people and the world around me in a completely different way, assured in my own identity (even when my path differs from what society has told me it should be), certain of the values I hold important, open to vulnerability and the sense of belonging it can provide, and convinced of the links between singing, dancing, moving, and experiencing joy.
Like everything worth achieving in life, yoga takes practice and dedication. Yoga took me to Southeast Asia where I traveled for a year with only a carry-on suitcase. It took me to Bali, Indonesia where I lived and breathed yoga. There it constantly forced me to confront my ego. When surrounded by more advanced practitioners, I repeatedly question whether I am strong enough, flexible enough, or good enough to call myself a teacher. When I persist in the practice, it rewards me by reflecting the growth I have achieved thus far, telling me that I am perfect exactly where I am, and reminding me that I will always have more to learn.
Now I’m back in the U.S. to share my love for yoga, dance, and movement with everyone I meet. I recognize that not everyone has the same opportunities as I do to travel, but don’t we all deserve the good fortune to take care of our bodies and minds every single day?