I’ve been congratulated three times this past week! What have I done to merit this? Nothing at all! Yet. All I’ve done is pay the deposit for a teacher training course.
But actually this does strangely feel like something worth celebrating! For me it’s a big step in itself. Finances aside, it’s a definite commitment to whatever TT will be for me. It’s a tangible commitment to my yoga and the place it has in my life, and an expression of hope of what it might become in future.
Best of all? I can now stop all the second-guessing (and third, and fourth, and …), as I turn myself again and again into knots of all possible kinds: philosophical, ethical, financial, medical, pedagogical, psychological, existential even! I reckon I’ve come up with every possible reason not to do this, but the idea persisted even so…
A good friend of mine generously told me that I had to do this, that the world needed what I might offer. Big words — but that’s the wonderful thing about supportive girlfriends!
So after basking ever so briefly in this premature vote of confidence, I’m settling down with my pre-course reading.