To teach is to love..

I come from a family of teachers/tutors who devote their time and effort to instruct math, sciences, reading, writing, language, and even discipline. Since 5, I've always desired to be a school teacher as well. I wrote on chalk boards, wore high heels and even broke the TV antenna for use to point to my imaginary students. Since 12, I tutored children and peers on subject matters where I excelled. Here I am, today as an accountant missing the feeling I got when I used to teach.

Early last year I started my search to teach yoga. I ran around Manhattan trying different studios, spoke and met with a few advisors, and finally this year decided that I was going to go for it. Expensive? Yes. However, the hardest part was not the $4K tuition but the strict time commitment and scheduling it entailed.
I will begin my training next week and I'm ready. What am I ready for? I'm ready to learn and just experience....to open my heart physically and spiritually.

I've practiced on and off for about 5 years and now I'm ready to take yoga to the next level. I have expectations for myself. After taking my first "master yoga class" last week, I was intimidated. The yogis there were at least 5 times stronger and more flexible than I currently am. They were doing incredible back bends and hand stands! Though I was intimidated, I was also instantly mesmerized... I expect this yoga training to be intensely challenging and I'm loving it already. The thing is though, I gave myself a lot of physical goals this year which I am excited to pursue. But I soon also realize that my spiritual goals should also take a front row seat. I want to love more...I need to love more...

What's become my definition of love? After reading "The Road Less Traveled"...the definition of love is the extension of myself for the spiritual growth of another or myself...

So, teaching will be a form of my love...we'll see where this takes me...