I am twenty five, but I still have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. However, I’ve developed quite a few ideas about who I want to be when I grow up, and I think that’s largely more important. When I grow up, I would like to be happy. I make the majority of the decisions in my life with that in mind. In my quest for happy, I decided to go through with the yoga teacher training program. At first, it seemed like I wasn’t going to be able to make it work with my schedule. Ultimately, I decided that it was worth the sacrifices that I might have to make. I’m not entirely sure that I actually want to be a yoga teacher; although I do seem to have an ability to spread passion for fitness onto the lives of other people. I do know that I want to deepen my own yoga practice. I also know that yoga is important enough to me that I can’t just pass on this opportunity. I considered waiting until next year, but it seemed silly to postpone something that I was this excited about right now.
I don’t really know what this weekend will bring, aside from twenty hours of yoga. I know that I am both thrilled and incredibly nervous.