The Journey

When I first started teaching yoga a couple of years ago my idea of the perfect yoga teacher was someone who was the "perfect person". The ideal teacher to me then was in amazing physical shape had all the answers for my tough questions and knew about nearly every avenue to heal the body through meditation, nutrition and exercise. The perfect blend of hippie, elegance, and sophistication. This ideal yoga goddess. There was a studio I worked at where one of the higher ups actually told us we should wear make-up before teaching. Teaching a hot yoga class. Because that doesn't go against everything we've been teaching people about loving yourself for who you are. 

I tried to teach like this for the two years.... But in reality that doesn't exist. It was hard to pretend like I didn't have bad days or feelings like I didn't judge people occasionally. I'm a human, and I've grown up in America where we learn to judge each other and when the thin and tan have better lives than the out of shape. Where we are told to be thinner, make more money, buy more things, get married before you're 30, have a job where you'll be placed in a box for 8 hours a day with the gleaming light at the end of the boring tunnel is a good 401k. 

The whole idea of perfection is all a bunch of hooey. We all are just doing the best with what we have to better it as best we can. I'm trying to find my path and I think I've got it. I'm starting with my morals first. I want to work to make the world a better place. I want to change peoples minds and heart towards themselves and other people; because people are meant to cooperate not compete. Darwin said it pretty often actually. It's true though, physically we are weak and without the help and support of other people we would have died off a long time ago.