Last week I ran into the owner of the dream yoga studio, the studio that is in the best location filled with wonderful and amazing people. It's the same place where my teacher training meets and it's such a beautiful little studio. Any way, the owner (lets call her A) tells me that I come highly recommended and that any time I want to teach at her studio, the doors are always open.
OK. Stop. Pick face up off floor. What?
Yesterday I met with A's manager to talk about scheduling classes (notice plural) and I start May 12th. I will be teaching a general Samatva yoga class twice a week at 7:00AM on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It's an all levels class meaning I'll modify for beginners. I went ahead and set the class up this way because I don't know what kind of students to expect at seven in the morning. I figure I'll just go with the flow and feel of the class and not try to have every second of the class planned. They are just as excited to have me there as I am to teach there and I will be promoting myself at the May 1st Pesao Art Walk. Sort of advertisement for the class.
I will also be teaching at a studio out near Lake Hefner one night a week at 6:30 Thursdays. I'm not sure when this class starts. I'm meeting with that manager next week to finalize the details. I'm not as excited about this one because it's a new studio and kind of a trek for me to get to, but I'm going in with an open mind and open heart.
So, that's it. That's the stuff I wasn't ready to write about. It's big and wow and a little scary. But, finally, it turns out that I am really going to be a yoga teacher. For Real. I feel full (might have something to do with the chocolate sandwich I consumed for lunch).