This weekend is my last full weekend of yoga teacher training (YTT). We graduate on the 12th. This is our last full two days together. I'm so sad it's almost over. I'm also very excited it's almost over.
There are so many good things I could (and probably will) tell you about this experience. Honestly one of the nicest things has been having those two solid days and one night completely to myself. Once I leave the house I don't have to worry about anything except YTT. It's been awfully self-indulgent. Doing yoga, hanging out with friends, learning about something I really want to know more about. Not doing laundry, or cooking or running errands or cleaning or dragging everyone to church or just all the average stuff we do on the weekends.
That said today I am rushing around trying to get a few things ready that I have to do this weekend at YTT, packing, buying groceries, etc. etc. etc. and I'm a little tired of that too -- the getting ready for weekends away.
I kind of can't remember what it's like to just have a nice quiet weekend.
One of the challenges for me is that I live 90 minutes from where I'm training. The other students -- my new friends -- all live up there. They talk a lot about what will happen afterwards and doing stuff together etc. and I feel left out. Because I will be. Which is no one's fault.
I'm committing to getting back up there on a regular basis. I know how life can get in the way of that.
It's bittersweet. It is a big accomplishment to finish the training. That said I feel like I don't know a damn thing about teaching yoga and that my training, much of it, begins once I do start teaching.
I'm in that place where I don't want something to end and I can't wait for it to end all at the same time. It's kind of a nice place to be, if you don't have to stay to long.