I've got the yoga teacher training application and tuition agreement filled out, signed, and in the envelope already addressed and stamped. And I've been carrying it around in my purse for a little while, walking by various mail drops and getting an excited/nervous feeling in my gut. It's such a commitment. Not only on my part, but Colin's too. He'll be caring for Veda solely during the weekend intensives and workshops I'll be attending. It's basically like going back to school with all the hours required to get certified. And that's kind of scary. Especially when I feel like I'm barely holding it together as is. But I feel so called in this direction. Thinking about it makes my insides smile.
This feeling is exactly what I felt five years ago when I made the leap to quit my steady day job and do illustration. Exactly. I was so brave then, and I feel like in the last five years I did indeed sprout those wings I talked about in that post.
So now I'm at a new jumping off point... and hope to add to that wingspan.
And like I said back then: “A ship in a harbor is safe, but that’s not what ships are built for.”
Here we go again!...