As I sit here, ready to embark on this crazy journey in just a few hours, I guess I feel that I need to make several confessions. (I’m still recovering from my Catholic upbringing)
I feel that if I’m going to blog about yoga teacher training, I need to be upfront with people. I am not, and this blog will not be, what you envision a “perfect yogini” to be (although I am doubtful that this person even exists). So if you’re looking for a serious yogi, it’s time to hit “unfollow” and move on. No hard feelings.
Here’s what I can tell you about me. I do not have the perfect, soothing yoga teacher voice. (you know what I’m talking about). I’m loud. I’m obnoxious. I curse. I come from a large Lebanese family consisting of aunts, uncles, cousins, sisters, parents, brothers, etc. And in this family, if you don’t yell or speak loudly, you don’t get heard.
I listen to the Black Keys, AWOLnation and Fun- not Krishna Das. I read
Twilight Oprah’s Book Club, not Rumi. I’m not one to turn down any opportunity for Happy Hour. I’ve mixed my beloved coconut water with vodka- just because. I follow a mainly plant-based, vegetarian pescetarian diet. I believe in foods that nourish the body and the soul. But I believe in pizza, nachos and wine as well.
So I’m not sure if I’m going to fit in among the others in my class. But hey, I also believe yoga is for everyone. And that is the gift of a yoga practice.
OK- I’m off to Day One. I’ll report back as soon as I can walk again 😉