It’s been a few years since I started feeling uneasy about my life, conflicted about what I was doing, unsure about where I was headed. More recently, I came to the realization that whatever it is I would be doing, it has to serve a greater purpose; my effort will have to contribute to creating a more beautiful world, a safer environment, a healthier life(style), happier souls. Any of the good stuff you can think of, I would be ready to be part of.
First step was quitting my job (I am blessed to have Hubbyloo able to support our family, I understand this is not always doable), then looking for a job in the non-profit industry, to which I have belonged on-and-off for a few years as a volunteer for different organizations and causes. Career change is not easy; it requires starting from the bottom, unless you do have extensive work experience or studies/certifications that would match the requirements of most non-profit employers. In my case, add the physical distance between my home and the location of 99% of the LA non-profits to the lack of experience.
So, there I was unsuccessful in finding a job that would fit my new life goals. While mentally scanning through the few interests and abilities that I have (I gave some thought to skills that I do not posses but are easy to learn – I mean, I am rather lazy after all…), about five months later my mental eyes lingered over the idea of yoga. I have been practicing yoga since 2006. I went through so many phases in my life, and yoga would remain a constant. I enjoy it, I am pretty good at it (when I practice regularly obviously; if you ask me to #stopdropandyoga now, the best I could give you is Shavasana – you know? the corpse pose?…), and I know there will be so many ways I can apply what I learn to help people be healthier, happier, more connected, more complete.
Two weeks into my yoga teacher training and I slowly become more and more convinced that I made the right move. I notice that I am really paying attention to our anatomy module and it truly fascinates me to discover my body down to its smallest ligament; at the same time, it is worrisome to learn that mistreating this one tiny ligament can cause so much more damage into my body. I want to absorb all this information and, whether it is through teaching, or writing, or a combination of both, share it with the world.
It is unfortunate though that it took so long to figure my sh** out and I now have to deal with a husband who’s run out of patience for my trials (as he naturally expects an error) and is half-heartedly supportive throughout this adventure. I totally understand and believe that everything happens for a reason, when the time is right. My time has come, stars are all aligned, and I am confidently stepping onto my path, but it is hard to know I am in this alone.
Boo! I can’t end this post on a sad note. So, here’s a joke
Two men meet on the street.
One asks the other: “Hi, how are you?”
The other one replies: “I’m fine, thanks.”
“And how’s your son? Is he still unemployed?”
“Yes, he is. But he is meditating now.”
“Meditating? What’s that?”
“I don’t know. But it’s better than sitting around and doing nothing!”