When I was in Grade Six, I switched schools. Along with the social awkwardness of being the new girl and trying to make friends, I was introduced to the anxiety producing world of exams.
The number of times in the last decade that I've told myself I was finally going to start meditating (like for real though) and then dropped off a day, a week or a month later is actually laughable.
I was initially hooked on the physical side of yoga because it delivered results I could see - a stronger body, an advancing practice and an increased ability to breath into poses that push me far outside of my comfort zone. Meditation on the other hand was 5 or 10 minutes of discomfort that just confirmed I was one of those people that talked to myself, all the time.
I felt the same way.
It was the Fall of 2010 and I was going to yoga every single day. Power Yoga CanadaClarkson was like a second home to me. I was in love with the practice, inspired by the community and was finally starting to understand those people that claimed yoga had changed their life. I was constantly eyeing posters and hearing buzz around the next round of Kinndli’s 200-hour Yoga Teacher Training program that would be starting that January.