So I took Spanish lessons, but that didn't seem to go anywhere. I took a different spin on a job, but really it was the same job; the dragon just wore a different suit. I learned HTML and then Dreamweaver, but from the first I learned I was mostly obsolete five minutes after I mastered it, and from the second, I learned nothing, but made a life long friend.
Yoga wasn't really a new interest. I had my first yoga teacher at the age of 3, and played in it throughout childhood, took classes whenever I could find/afford them in early adulthood, and enjoyed a solid year of steady classes with an average instructor but amazing wise woman in Las Vegas. So starting hot yoga on a 10 day for $10 deal was not intended to be the game changer; but that's probably why psychics can't be more specific when they tell you you haven't found your way. If you just keep trying, sooner or later, they will be proven right.
That 10 days for $10 became 6 times a week and launched me into a whole new way of living. It also eventually left me shattered and reeling, but that's a story for another day. Because the thing about hitting the bottom AFTER you've found your calling, is, if the fall doesn't kill you, you come back better and stronger and hit the top again much sooner.
I spent a year in the woods (literally and figuratively) carving new trails, writing and building websites and designing a new life that took the best from the old and transformed it into what was the best for me. It included teaching power classes and designing my own teacher training program. It seemed to be a pretty good fit, and I thought I knew where I was headed, and the path was set, and clear.
Then just around that next bend.....
I volunteered to teach a yoga class at a church retreat early in 2010. With 18 mats in the back of my car, I drove the winding roads to a camp in the woods, and taught to 36 women in a cramped, musty meeting room. During the long and peaceful relaxation, I rubbed their necks and shoulders with a soothing oil, rubbed their feet, stretched their backs. Afterwards, they gathered into a circle and prayed on me, and a woman emerged from the crowd and offered me a job teaching seniors.
Sometimes, your path leads you where you didn't think you were going, but it fits just right once you get there.
I was scared to teach seniors. I don't like the ridiculously hard poses of yoga very much, so it was easy to discard them from the plan. But I like the every day hard poses delivered hard. I feel better working a strong yoga practice, and I ache in a typical "gentle" yoga practice, which tends to indulge in deep passive stretching, long passive holds, and pain. I didn't want to hurt anyone.
So I challenged them instead, without any poses where the risk was higher than the benefit, or the pose inaccessible to everyone outside the Cirque de Soleil.
There were 8 students in the first class, 18 the second, 20 the third, and they were requesting a second class per week. After 8 months, we outgrew the kitchen floor we'd been using for class and moved in to the ballroom of the Wimberley Community Center. Two classes a week became 3, and then 5, and the numbers just kept growing. In a town of less than 3000 residents, within a couple of years, more than 80 were attending the Monday morning class of The Yoga You Need each week.
The combination of challenge with risk management, maximizing benefits specific to their needs, and educating them on the benefits of each movement, worked. They felt better after every class, and then every day. For me it was like rounding a corner on my chosen path and finding a neon billboard proclaiming: YOUR NICHE YOUR NICHE YOUR NICHE in brilliant flashing light.
Never bored of it, never tired of it, never grumpy about it.
The Yoga You Need is what I was made for.
You can check this link: The Yoga You Need for more information about my style, free explainer videos, downloads for classes and meditations.