The first week is almost over and I thought it was never going to end. This week has been the longest week of my adult life. I am not sure if it is because I am teaching yoga every day or what but I am happy that it is almost over. Perhaps it is because I am coming in to the studio in the morning and leaving at night after the last class. In and out, in and out, in and out all day long surely doesn’t help either.
Next week I fly off to sunny Ireland to see the family. 5 days without teaching yoga sounds like heaven at this point. Leaving my instructors here to look after the studio scares me a little but as long as they show up 30 min before class starts everything should be ok I hope.
This week we saw some classes with no people in them and other classes with 7. I am hoping that things go up from here in the coming weeks. We had people love the class, find the class too hot, not hot enough, want it more intense. The list is endless. I realize that you cannot make every student happy you just need to try.
My husband told me that I was living my dream the other night. Sometimes you forget but it is always nice when people remind you of why you are doing what you are doing.