As many of you may have noticed, my name disappears from the schedule in September. I have been hesitant to make a big todo about it because I am really not going anywhere, but I won’t be teaching and here’s the story…
On January 1st, 2017, I was dancing at a friend’s wedding, having the time of my life, when I slipped on the dance floor. The fall ended in two very loud pops, and since then I have been in chronic pain. Being a yoga practitioner pretty much my whole life, I thought I could cure myself with yoga. So what did I do? I did more yoga…. My doctor and massage therapist told me that ABSOLUTELY wasn’t the answer. The consensus was that I needed to take time off to heal, well that was in February, so clearly I listened.
After months of pressing on, overriding my intuitive instinct to take time and heal, my mental state began to decline with my body – not being physically healthy led to feelings of anxiety and fear. The fall tossed into an existential panic… If I can’t teach yoga, what do I do with my life?????? That thought had honestly crossed my mind several times throughout my yoga career, but I thought my body would stay young forever. With the injury, I knew I needed to listen.
My “gut” was telling me to get a life coach to help me sort through my fears, and plan a transition away from full-time teaching. It was the BEST decision I’ve ever made,… aside from starting BLY. For the first time in my life, I am letting go without being quite sure what’s next. All I know is that if I don’t have my health, I cannot guide others toward theirs. I just need to pause, exhale and give myself time to heal. It’s time to practice what I preach, and put my health first.
So in other words, this is not goodbye, but rather see you soon!