What on earth have I gotten myself into? Someone please remind me again why I’m doing this? I don’t want to be a yoga teacher, who am I kidding?!

I was freaking out. I set up my very first practice teaching class a few Thursdays ago. Jackie had sent me a text moments before the class saying she was coming. Ah! Thankfully Cecilley had said she’d be there (I needed the moral support). And my friend Kara from my Costa Rica retreat #2 brought her boyfriend and a friend of hers. Oh boy, here goes nothing.

While Moksha Downtown in the middle of some major changes — renovating the studio and expanding — there is a cute little space upstairs for new teachers such as myself to practice teach. Thank you, Jackie! Jackie has basically taken me under her wing and it mentoring me in every possible way. But having her in the room made me beyond nervous. Who was I kidding I was just nervous. Period.

I felt my nerves were showing. My voice wasn’t all there and I felt my cues and instructions were quick. I just wanted this hour to pass as fast as it possibly could! But, in spite of all the weirdness I was feeling, moments of strong confidence shined. I actually felt like I knew what I was doing. And that felt really cool. When the classed ended I darted downstairs to hide. Jackie sat me down for a feedback session, which t my surprise was fantastic. Jackie said it was a great class, I was wonderful as a new teacher and she can see the qualities in me that are going to make me shine as a teacher. The words will come and the nervous will settle, in time it’ll all come together.

I have no idea what she’s talking about. I’m just glad everyone, including myself, survived!