December 29, 2018


“…Students are not clients. When you are a client, you get what you want. A student needs to arrive to class ready to receive what the teacher is ready to give them, as long as the teacher has the right qualifications.” -Master teacher Maty Ezraty in Andrea Ferretti’s Yoga Journal Q&A.”

I am so glad someone said this because I have felt it for so long. There are 3 titles for ‘my people’ in my career life:

I began in the fitness world, where ‘your people’ are clients and participants (1). When I began teaching yoga, those words didn’t fit. Yoga students are students (2). When I became an RMT, the people I treat are patients (3), not clients. They come to me to decide on a medical treatment plan. My personal training clients are still clients. They pay me to give them what they want.

But I feel this differentiation is the loudest in yoga. I go to a yoga class trusting that that teacher will give me the lesson I need that day. (That doesn’t mean I will not be afraid to question their lesson 🙂 But I trust that they, as the teacher, have a lesson to teach.

Many, many times, I have taught a private student or a yoga class knowing that the student(s) would not expect/want what they were about to receive.

I will have a new private yoga student who “pictures herself flowing strongly from pose to pose,” but we do a restorative practice because I know that is what she needs for hormonal balance and her great stress.

I will have a yoga student who comes expecting to do chair pose, but ends up doing wall squat almost until fatigue because he needs to know that he can.

I would say, more often than not, I teach a public class at a slower pace than expected because the students need to learn shoulder biomechanics more than they need to do 108 chaturangas.

I am not saying that I am doing ‘yoga-teaching’ right, but I have gotten better at listening to my gut.
Sometimes I am still nervous that I won’t give my students what they want. But I am playing the long-game in a “Trust me, I have done this before” kind of way.

I suppose this is a request to yoga students to seek out teachers who they trust to have the qualifications to teach them what they need (and to maybe get their “workouts” from a non-yoga source), and for yoga teachers to be true to their hearts and to teach what they know their students need at a level that is appropriate for the student and the teacher.

I would love to hear what you think. ? xo

December 12, 2018

I had a morning.

Lady sitting on bed in dark room

I won’t say it was “one of those mornings,” because that implies that it was a morning that I feel others will recognize. You would say, “Oh I know it well.” You would picture my bad hair, my daughter dragging paper towel all over the dirty kitchen, and my dog puking as I try to rush out the door.

But it wasn’t like that.

It was all good, from when I woke up at 5 am, until I put the babies down to nap at 10:15. It was time for me to workout, something to which I had actually been looking forward all morning.

I went down into the gym, baby monitor and water bottle in hand. I put on O.P.P. (anyone who follows me knows that is one of my most common workout songs). I tied my shoes. I opened my tabata timer. And then I just sat on the floor.

I sat on the floor under the weight of my busy mind, under the weight of my distractions, under the defeat of all the things I didn’t accomplish this morning, or any morning, and, in my mind, never ever will.

I sat and thought, ‘I do this for a living. I get people off the couch and off the floor.’

I coached myself: “You will feel better after you workout.”
“My heart is not in it.”
“OK. Be kind to yourself. Do yoga instead. That will get you off the floor.”
“It won’t. Not today. I can’t.”
“OK. Be kind to yourself. Have a bath. Or take a nap.”
“I can’t. That won’t fix this.”

I just read Rachel Hollis‘ Girl, Wash Your Face (which I highly recommend, by the way). She talks about how writing is her passion and her lifelong dream. As a successful author, she obviously makes money by writing, but encourages her readers to pursue their passions regardless of outcome or reward.

Writing is my passion, too. But I don’t do it enough.

It did get me off the floor this morning. Writing didn’t make me workout or do yoga or take a bath. But it did get me upstairs and onto my laptop to write this.

Let me be clear: there is sadness and then there is sadness. I am not depressed (Although if I were, I would still write about it). I am just like many women I know; paralyzed by what ifs and mistaking opportunities for obstacles.

One of the best things about writing in the first person is that someone else will hear your voice as their own. At least one other person.

So in sharing this, I hope you identify at least one thing (not a person or a substance) that will get you off the floor next you find yourself there. xo