I love that yoga still surprises me. After 10+ years being a student of yoga it can still sneak into my life and just
floor me. So how is yoga surprising me right now? Yoga is allowing me to be a
scared, self-doubting little quitter. Or put another way yoga is allowing me to
be a good mama.
You see, after closing my studio a few years ago, suddenly
and pretty much out of the blue I’m going back to teaching. I thought when I
closed my studio it would be a lot longer before I ever taught again, I was in
fact trying to change careers all together. I wanted a job that was steady,
something that would allow me to work from home every once in a while, take a
sick day or even a vacation! And all because I was planning on moving off
somewhere and starting a family once I had a shiny new degree in Graphic
Design. Then I got knocked up! See, the
planning a family thing was a solo project and I hadn’t been dating my fella very
long and are where taking some serious anti-baby precautions. But I guess my son really wanted to get born!
I carried my growing baby along with my art supplies and USB
drives all through the next semester at school and despite him being only
3 weeks old I went back the following semester. I still had in my
head the image of a new job, of one day living out in the country working from
home and taking care of my critters (human and animal). So to me it seemed like
I needed to plow through school at top speed so I could get my degree and get
living.
Then I got sick and my getting sick led directly to my baby
getting sick. So I was missing school trying to get well then hurrying to catch
up then getting sick again because of stress and all the meds I was on were
making the baby unhappy and colicky and… well it was all to much. I dropped out
of the semester. It was heartbreaking. It felt like that last little piece of my
non-mother identity was gone. I was a…gasp…stay
at home mom! But it worked. I stopped getting sick, my boy got over his colic
and we got bored. Not like there wasn’t anything to do bored, I was still trying to keep
the house and just cause he wasn’t colicky anymore doesn’t mean my boy wasn’t
still demanding and a nap fighter and all around tiny tiny dictator (moms, you
know what I mean and that I mean it with love and laughter). No, I mean bored
in the “I haven’t spoken to an adult in over 36 hours kind of bored.” So I did
one thing to help me grasp onto a shred of my former self, one thing to
possibly get me out of the house every once in a while, one thing that seemed
healthy and not about the baby or my fella or the laundry list of things I
“should” be doing; I asked my prenatal yoga teacher to keep me in mind if she
ever needed a sub.
She didn’t, she needed someone to take over the class, she
was giving it up and did I want to it?
YES! Yes, I want it! But wait, how can I be a stay at home
mom, full time graphic design student AND teach yoga. Well the answer is I
can’t. And right now I don’t want to. See I’m starting to doubt myself. As the
semester I dropped out of chugged along I saw my former classmates excelling,
making beautiful and smart things! I felt so insecure about my abilities. How
would I ever catch up? Would it be worth it? Am I cut out to be a designer when
there are so many other amazingly talented people out there? Right now, I do
not feel like I am.
And you know what? Yoga makes that ok. I know I’ll finish my
degree in time but having a job, having a Community that is more accepting of
my massive life change is a huge relief. This opportunity takes so much
pressure off me, I don’t have to hurry up and plow through these next few years
so I can get a job and be a good mom. No, I can be a good mom now! I won’t feel
like a burden to my partner (which is self put upon, he doesn’t feel that way!)
and I can give some energy back to place that has been so good to me since I
got pregnant. I can be a quitter and
still be a good yogi. Thanks yoga, you sneaky little life changer you!