Feel The Fear and Do It Anyway – My yogic journey
Over the past few weeks a few people have asked how and why I chose to become a yoga teacher and what I like about my job, so for those that may be interested…
My mother originally encouraged me to join her class when I was 18 years old. All I could think was ‘green leotards’ but with no enjoyment from the usual ‘feel the burn’ aerobic classes, I had little to lose. The yoga classes were taught by a gentleman (no leotard) and although I didn’t understand the unpronounceable names, it didn’t matter. The classes were a breath of fresh air, I immediately resonated with them, rushed out to buy a copy of ‘Light on Yoga’ and continued to attend as many classes whenever I could. This sometimes proved challenging due to a busy marketing job in central London. By my mid-thirties, and pretty much burnt out, I found myself looking for ‘something else’.