I WAS 23, IN MY LAST YEAR OF UNIVERSITY, AND MY FRIENDS DRAGGED ME TO A CLASS; I STAYED FOR THE NEXT ONE. EXPERIENCING MUCH DEATH AND REGRET IN MY TEENAGE YEARS LED TO AN EXCRUCIATING AMOUNT OF SELF-HATE THAT AFFECTED HOW I VIEWED MY WHOLE LIFE—MY YOGA MAT WAS THE FIRST PLACE I STARTED TO ACCEPT, AND MAYBE EVEN EMBRACE, WHO I TRULY WAS.
WHAT DO YOU LOVE MOST ABOUT TEACHING YOGA?
WHEN STUDENTS CATCH A GLIMMER OF THEIR POTENTIAL. TO WATCH A STUDENT TRANSFORM FROM TRYING TO ACHIEVE A SHAPE TO EMBODYING SPIRIT, BREATH—THEMSELVES. I AM HUMBLED EVERY DAY BY THE BRAVERY IT TAKES FOR PEOPLE TO SHOW UP AND FACE THEIR MINDS ON THE MAT, TO RADICALLY ACCEPT WHO THEY ARE, WHERE THEY ARE, AND TRUST IN THEIR JOURNEY.
