I know what you’re thinking. Kirsten got a new job? She’s not teaching yoga anymore? I’ve thought that over. Time and time again. I’m approaching 43 and I’m ONLY a yoga teacher? These are questions I’ve asked myself. And my answer is always the same. I love what I do. I feel good about it, and I’m not starving to death. Of course I have no 401K or workplace retirement so I must be totally and utterly insane. I also know that if I did have that, it might all be gone right now with this wretched economy.
I’ve got a new yoga gig on Monday nights over at the Jordan Valley Health Center. What a cool building. It was raining hard the day I checked it out. And you know what? They had volunteers walking out to the parking lot to greet patients with these huge umbrellas. How cool is that? Totally South side cool. Something you don’t expect to see just South of Chestnut Expressway. I’m excited about this new class and the possiblities to share yoga as always.
Yoga just keeps presenting itself to me so I feel I cannot leave it. Nope not yet. I’m also excited to start a rotation with another teacher at The Move Studio in November as well. This will be a Saturday morning gig and I’m looking forward to it. I’ve subbed over there a few times and I really enjoyed the crowd. I also live super close so that’s a plus. I think it’s really cool that I’m not locked into teaching at any one location. I love being mobile and the challenge I get from figuring out how I can squeeze something else in when I get a call.
The other day a yoga student asked me how lucrative the yoga business really was. Lucrative as in rewarding mentally? Completely. Lucrative as in making big dollars? Not so much. I mentioned it was sort of like tumbling dice and I’m totally not into gambling when it comes to lottery tickets and casinos. I left class that day and found this song (embedded below from youtube) on the radio. Weird. Perhaps I wouldn’t have noticed the coincidence had I not been in the “yogic frame of mind.”
Thank you yoga practice for allowing me to notice these small simple things.