Updated: Oct 28, 2022
I don't know when you are reading this but on the day that I wrote it I woke up feeling suspiciously irritated; annoyed with Americas focus being on the incident at the Oscars while lynching just became illegal in the year of 2022, Russia is blowing up communities in Ukraine, and top of all of that my titties were sore.
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Now that we've had a laugh let's get to it. This month I want to talk about the power of one. Earlier in the week I went to a yoga class at a studio. I booked my spot for class about thirty minutes before the class was scheduled to start and when I arrived the only people there were me and the instructor. This made me feel some type of way because
as a studio instructor most times they are required to be at the studio about 30 minutes prior to your shift to set up, clock in, and make pre-class connections. This does not account for the the teachers travel time to the studio they may teach at. This seems like a lot of time to chance possibly showing up to teach an empty class.
Had this not been a studio class the instructor would have had the options to cancel the class do to low registration numbers, with me being the only student registered for class if I would have been late the studio would have cancelled the class and sent the instructor about their way. While I felt for the instructor I was excited that she showed up with such welcoming energy for what quickly turned into a private lesson. As the student this excited me because I was receiving a private lesson for price a group class. Private lessons are usually more expensive than group class because they require more attention to detail and the teacher tends to zone into the student as they guide them through flow teaching specifically to the abilities of the student. I spent an hour allowing myself to be stretched to my appropriate edge meeting myself where I was in that moment. During that time I felt moments of frustration as I fell out of poses that weren't hard for me to hold days before. When I fell I was reminded "it's okay to fall and feel frustrated about the fall as long as you remember that while the fall just happened it's now a moment in your immediate past; you have an opportunity to get up and try it again in this present moment if you choose to." This carried me through a couple more falls as I connected with my breath and kept trying until we go to our last pose.
At the end of class I thanked my teacher and told them how I really enjoyed her class and how her alignment cure helped me activate muscles that I had trying to turn on for months, she thanked me for showing up and as we parted ways I left feeling ready for the week a head of me.
The very next day I went to teach my own class which is usually a group at 6 elementary school teachers. This week it was only one. She said "I feel bad because it's only me" I said "what if instead of feeling bad that its just you, you think about how much more you are going to get out of individualized instruction from a teacher who can focus on your specific needs and body type". That change of narrative shifted her thought process and we went on to have one of the best classes in the series.
On my drive home I thought about how many times in the past I'd shown up to classes and was the only student there as well as times I'd shown up to teach and no one showed up. I thought about how it made me feel and then I thought about my friend Maya.
Maya was one of my first friends in the yoga industry who happened to be a woman of color. When we met she'd just finished her yoga teacher training as I was getting ready to start mine. We connected on Instagram as she shared her journey into the world of yoga. I attended some of her very first classes and as our friendship grew we started to share our "beginner teacher" stories with each other.
Upon graduating from her yoga teaching program she opened the first black owned and operated yoga studio in her home town of Jackson Mississippi. .
Listen as Maya shares a little bit of her story here.
I remember listening to Maya as she would tell me how she had to cancel classes because no one registered and watching as that transformed into having to turn people away and add time spots to her calendar because her studio was too small to hold all of the people who wanted to attend her classes. Which brings me back to the power of one. After I graduated I didn't open a studio but I did start offering virtual classes. My class sizes fluctuated but I knew there would always be at least one person there for me to teach. Even if that person was me. This kept me encouraged and gave me the confidence to eventually start teaching in a studio space where I take a 40 minute drive to get there, show up 30 minutes prior to the start of my shift to make pre-class connections, set up, and teach for an hour to a full room of sometimes only one student. On the surface it sounds like a waste of time but these moments are priceless to me because I'm actively living a dream I dreamt two years ago at the beginning of a pandemic. The dream of helping myself and others get connected to wellness practices.