Yesterday was the official first day of Autumn.
I wish I could say I was happy about that, but I’m not. I’m a fall baby, born right smack in the middle of November, but I hate the cold weather that fall ushers in. Early autumn days are lovely. Today it’s just under 70 degrees, crisp and sunny. Perfect running weather, if my knee would allow me to run without crippling pain. I love wearing boots and scarves and chunky sweaters almost as much as I love July’s sundresses and maxi skirts. If the temperatures could stay above 60, I think I’d cherish this time of year. But I don’t, because it gets progressively colder and colder, giving away to winter’s frigid temperatures that leave me feeling dead inside.
I’m trying to enjoy this season for now. It just began, after all. And I must say, some part of me still feels like a student, excited for the start of the new school year.
In reality, I am a new student, albeit not a traditional one. Yesterday was also the first day of my yoga teacher training. Come March 2013, I will be certified by the Yoga Alliance as a 200-hour Registered Yoga Teacher. How cool is that? I was e-mailing with my yoga buddy earlier and she said, ” One day you will have people saying, have you taken Keisha’s class? She is so good!” It’s so weird to think of that day, but it puts a smile on my face.
One day, I will be able to say I’m working, and I’m doing something that I love.
I smiled a lot yesterday. I felt like I had finally turned the page, like I was starting a brand new chapter in my life. And I am. I don’t have to be who I was on Thursday (which just happened to be one of the the worst days at my current job, ever). I don’t even have to be who I was yesterday morning.
Today I am a yoga teacher trainee. I’m learning and growing.