Yeayyyyy!!! We all graduated!
So so happy to finally graduate.
What am I going to do from next Monday onwards? These people, their voices, the energy, I miss them all already.
The last day.
The days of the past weeks are now replaying themselves in my mind. The first week, second, third, fourth, fifth and finally the final week, and now the final day.
I remember how intense the first two weeks were, aching like a total idiot. But I never regretted signing up for this training, everyday I still happily woke up, looking forward to going to Arab street.
The fourth week is vague in mind now, but I remember so clearly I knew I was falling sick towards the fifth. Then, like all other yogis we are strong and resilient, so I pushed on even though I was crumbling. Then I told myself I’m swimming the last lap and I need to just bloody hang on.
So fast forward 10 days later, I’m embarking on my final day. I’m going to accomplish a dream I always had.
End of Week 5
This had been the worst week of the training, because of missing classes, being criticised and not ben taken seriously. Too much of trying to make things work only end up screwing them. I miss the high energy I used to have in class.
Please let me have the strength to study and finish the course in success.
Never felt so ill before, so weak and so helpless. I think we tend to forget how it’s like to suffer till we do really suffer.
Mom has been sponging for me since 3am, it’s been more than 12 hours. Fever is still on and off, I’m gonna let myself sweat it out.
Please let me get well and return to training soon. I really need to be in the loop.
When I saw this, I read this, and just smiled to myself.
End of week 4
Starting to teach next week. I’m freaked out, really. They are giving me stress. But I’m giving myself stress too. The first time I did micro teaching in school I was freaked out too, but I had swallow my own saliva and tell myself to relax. So, this time round I’ll tell myself to simply enjoy the teaching.
By being there, guiding my friends through the practice, I’m already deeply honoured.
End of week 3, start of week 4
“Don’t overthink the situation. “
Love that quote, but I’m so guilty of it. Thinking ahead even before my actions get there.
Gotta try gauging how I’m improving later. 3 more weeks into being a newly minted yoga teacher.
Crap I’m starting to feel my stomach churn. I just have to remind myself I’m lagging behind on revision. I either make or break it. Oh my god. I wanna shit now. Now. On the train.
You never know how it feels like to be broke, unless you tried sharing chicken rice with another person for lunch, walked as much as you can to avoid paying for transport, and gotten free samples to fill your tummy and refilled bottles from water coolers to drink.
It’s hard to understand unless you’ve been through it.