A commitment to myself

It’s been almost a decade since I first tried yoga. Reminiscing the days when I attended yoga classes once a week on Sunday mornings at a community centre, carrying my pink guardian yoga mat and wearing track pants with baggy tee shirt. Yoga was a recreational exercise to keep myself tone and moving, especially after leaving the education system when Physical Education was compulsory.

Though I was once encouraged by my very first yoga teacher to be trained in YTT, I always thought that I was not good enough yet to attend a YTT. Also, back then I was still a financially parent-dependent student so I didn’t give much thought about it.

With much reluctance, after a few years of progression from attending beginner to intermediate classes, I had to leave my very first yoga teacher. In search of a schedule that was flexible to accommodate to my shift work and perhaps to further my practice (of course, by now I have a pair of yoga pants from uniqlo, baggy tee was getting in the way during downward facing dog ).

Still I have always been grateful to my very first yoga teacher that have set my foundations right and helped me to gain awareness of my body parts, “round your back”, “engage your core”, “gaze to the ceiling”, “micro bend your knees” which sounds all so familiar still.

Having to try classes by different yoga teachers in different studios, I got confused. Should downward facing dog be with legs together or hip-width apart? Also, seeing many people around me in incorrect posture and at risk of injuring themselves, makes me want to help them. I guess that was when I wanted to attend a YTT myself and learn the right alignment and way of doing postures. So I gave myself some time to train up and set a goal to complete a YTT by 30 years old. Here I am giving myself a 29th birthday present of starting YTT. And I never looked back.