Well, here I am, in the big city. Not quite as overwhelmed as when I first arrived but I'm still adjusting. There are yoga studios everywhere and they offer classes all day! It awesome, I love it! There are classes and styles I haven't heard of before, and there's workshops happening most weekends. The classes are often huge in comparison to the classes I taught in Prince George and Cranbrook which is a little intimidating and if you don't have your mat you can rent one for the class. What?! Really? What happened to please wipe your mat down after you use it? Ah, well come to the city... :)
As a budding yoga teacher, it's hard not be hyperaware of how a class is taught and I often catch myself making corrections to a cue or how something is pronounced. I also take lots of mental notes about how I can incorporated what I'm learning into my own practice and future classes. I'm realizing that everybody makes mistakes! I already know that but I really want to be a great yoga teacher and like everyone else get caught up in the ego, but the deeper my practice becomes the more I recognize this. And the more classes I attend, the more confident I become because it funny when you tell your students to come into dead baby pose when you really meant to say happy baby or dead bug pose, just like it's funny when someone else gives the most anatomically impossible cue. It's yoga after all and my Self, the source of Light which I draw from has a great sense of humor.
It is better to do your own duty badly than to perfectly do another's. Bhagavad Gita
