Some days are good and some days are bad. We are all human and we have our ups and downs. Some days when I have yoga to teach toward the end of the day, I question myself pretty harshly. I have seen a few posts recently that say the same thing, so I know I'm not alone.
The thoughts that go through my head sound pretty abrasive when you read them. Who am I to teach these students? What makes me so special? There are thousands of other yoga teachers out there, I will never get anywhere with this. Those other teachers are better than I am. I'm not a skinny yogini, I don't eat a Vegan diet. Who would want to come to my class?
The things I need to remember, however, are that I'm the one who went through the training to teach something I love and feel anyone can benefit from. I'm the one who worked hard to create my website and made sure I have a space to rent for teaching classes. I need to take pride in that.
Also, the proper students will find me when the time is right for them. So what if I'm not skinny? That may mean that someone who isn't thin as well might look at yoga in a different light. I eat meat, so what? A lot of people do. I love animals but I also need to take care of myself. Realizing that is part of yoga, too (ahimsa for those who know a little more of what I'm talking about). I also don't like exhaustively hot classes, which means others who don't like that will come to my classes.
In the end, I have friends and family who believe I can do this when I'm having a rough day. Just when I think I am going to throw in the towel and give up, my phone rings and it is a lovely man who wants to come to my classes. He's so sure of my classes that he is willing to pay for my 10 class card before even trying one. Each time he comes to class, he tells me he loves my class and as soon as he's done with this card, he will buy another one.
Then I remember, it's not about me at all. It's about the students.
Namaste my friends,