Yoga

I began my journey towards yoga in 2012, after I stopped dancing. I felt lost without movement, but couldn’t endure the physical demands of ballet any longer. When I discovered the healing yet challenging facets of yoga, I was hooked – but not grounded. I bounced around from studio to studio, taking classes here and there. I experimented with self-teaching, but found I needed (and wanted) the guidance of a knowledgeable eye. But I didn’t find anyone with whom I really ‘clicked’. When I moved away to college, I was pleasantly surprised with the vibrancy of the Yoga Club, and would go to classes whenever they were offered. I became close with a few of my favorite ‘regular’ teachers, and they encouraged my growing love of yoga.

I made a promise to myself that I would become a teacher within the next 5 years. Little did I know that I would surprise myself by accomplishing that goal 4 years early! In summer of 2016, I went through my 200-Hour Teacher Training. I have never felt more proud of myself than when I walked out of the graduation ceremony, after so much sweat and so many tears in that space, a certified yoga instructor. I walked in the first day nervous, unsure of myself, questioning why I was even there, and scared to even speak in front of these strangers, let alone lead a yoga class. I left the complete opposite.

I have been blessed enough to be able to teach ever since, anywhere I can. I have taught beginners, advanced yogis, friends, family, and even athletes. And even though I have been influenced by many different wonderful teachers in many different studios, I have found my own center within myself. And that’s yoga.