Sunday, July 3, 2011

So Much to Say

So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.

Hello, reader! Shall I dispense with the explanations of truancy and get right down to business? Yes? Good!

With less than 3 months to go until the first day of the rest of my life, there is, indeed, lots to do -- starting with DIALOGUE! So far I've memorized and taught Half Moon, Awkward, and Eagle (though that first Eagle definitely warrants a second chance!). In the meantime, I'll begin learning Standing Head to Knee, a posture one teacher is a little TOO excited about my memorizing -- curiouser and curiouser.

The next stop on the ride to TT is finding a roommate, which has proven to be no easy task. As it happens, I come with some baggage -- a request for clean living; a desire to eat, sleep, and breathe dialogue; and a monthly house guest. It's probably that third one keeping me from my goal, but hopefully it'll all get sorted out by 9/18.

Thankfully, I have the killer support of my partner (the house guest in question), who has cheered my decision to go to TT from day 1, and without whom I would not have been able to scrape together the $11,000 tuition in such a short time! I'm also really grateful to come from such a supportive studio, where I've been fortunate to practice letting go of my nerves on the podium (a work in progress!).

Coming from an academically-minded family, the decision to become a yoga teacher was not made without its doubts or desire for validation. But I know in my heart that it's the right path for me. I feel happiest at the studio, surrounded by teachers and students who love the practice as much as I do. These are the people I'd be happy to share my days with.

The other night, on the subway ride home from a late class, I found myself on the receiving end of a giant HEAP of validation. I ran into a former law school colleague -- a very nice, intelligent young man with whom I spent 3 years learning some things. He was in a suit and tie and on his way home from the office at 10 p.m. After exchanging a few "Do I know you?" looks (it has been 2 years since graduation), he crossed the aisle and we had a little chat. Sure enough, for the past two years he's been working 80-hour weeks at a top-tier law firm. This 10 p.m. ride home was not an atypical night but business as usual. He makes a crap-ton of money which he promptly redirects to the federal government and doesn't have time to enjoy anyway. But at least he gets to spend his days handling bankruptcy cases! Ay, ay, ay. He's recently married, and that seemed to provide some joy and relief. Catching him up on my life after law school, I could see that he was starved for time. Time you do not have as an associate at Big Law. Time that might be worth more than six figures to some. Ten years later when he makes partner, I hope he is without regret. Me? I plan to enjoy my 20s & 30s, so I can still have some joie de vivre in my 40s, 50s & beyond!

I felt very lucky walking home from the train station that night. Thank you, universe, for aligning in such a perfect way!