I spent three months getting certified to teach yoga - a process that took me more than 20 hours a week, and more studying than I've done since college. All that the program encompassed and all that I learned is no quick thing to explain, but in a nutshell: it was more than I ever could have imagined, and it completely changed my life.
I originally signed up for the training because it is something I've wanted to do for more than a decade. I'd made up a million excuses over the years for why I wasn't "ready" to get certified. But finally, this year, I decided that even though I still wasn't "ready" - and might never be - now was the time to do it anyway. Why now? Well, over a period of two months in 2014, two friends of mine died completely unexpectedly. Death has a funny way of bringing your own life into sharp focus. Especially when it's the death of someone young - or two people who were far too young. It makes you think about your own life, and realize that "more time" or "good health" is just not a thing that anyone is given.
I also turned 30 in 2014, which is a thing that I am proud of. It might be silly to feel "proud" of just living, but I do feel proud. Proud that even though my life is far from perfect, I am living a life that I love. I am surrounded by an amazing community of family and friends that stretch from Miami to North Carolina and from New York to Paris, and beyond. I get to spend my days making jewelry, working in theater, and now, teaching yoga as well. And for all of these things, I am profoundly grateful.
As 2015 begins, I look forward to everything that this next year might bring. Things that, if I'm lucky, will be a mix of wonderful and beautiful, joyful, sad and sorrowful, difficult, powerful, and inspiring. I hope that I'm ready for it all.
Happy New Year. xoxo