It has been 6 months since I started teaching. I think I know how I want to share my yoga practice.

I don’t know if everything makes sense to me now (both as a yoga teacher and a practitioner). Nothing feels the same, nothing feels different to me. It is just “as is.” There are recurring themes but the more I think about them, the less significant they seem. The more it feels like I have to say something, the stronger it feels that there is less/er to say.

This constant and conscious effort of making, inviting, carving space, and allowing things to flow through eventually becomes tiresome.

I am grateful for my students who have been practicing with me consistently. Although I am glad that they are happy in our classes, I’m not sure if I am just as happy as they are - or if I can feel the same way (of course it’s different). But at least be *genuinely* happy about things.

There is so much to shed, to unravel. I feel like I have to be more patient with embodying my practice. More gut feel, bahala na. Trusting my wisdom and experiences.