I practiced yoga this morning and boy was it shitty shitty shitty.
I had little/no desire to work. Now, maybe it was just a class that I needed to have. Part of it was that I did back squats the day before at crossfit and got my best lift. Maybe it was because I rolled out of bed and had cereal right before class. Or maybe it was my hamstrings and muscles were sore, or that I was tired and had food in my belly.
I took this opportunity to reflect on my own teaching. I think it’s important to do this every now and again. Why do I teach? What am I trying to gain from teaching? Why do I find teaching so important? Why do I make Bikram yoga my passion? Why have I traveled around the world to teach?
I know for me, I try to bring an energy to the room. I try to let people know, regardless of whatever stage they’re at, their emotional or mental turmoil they’re going through, that anything they do in the class is good. No matter how hard they’re working, as long as they’re trying the right way, they’ll obtain some type of benefit. I want to show students that as a teacher, I know it fucking sucks and that in the end they’re going to feel better walking out than when they walked in.
That then got met thinking about what type of teacher am I. Well it sounds like I’m a compassionate and and understanding teacher. But I love to incorporate humor, I like to tell stories the students can relate to in class so they can take that with them throughout their day. But I also want to push them to make them/show them they have what it takes to work hard. I want to take them to their edge and keep them there the whole time.
I have to let go of the expectation and just let things happen when they’re ready to happen. That’s all we can do as yoga practitioners do.