Aidee Douglas

I don’t think there are words to explain you how rocking good is to be a yoga teacher. The experience of teaching a yoga class has me flying in the clouds.  I teach three times a week after my real job and on Sunday mornings. Every class is different; beginners, intermediate and advance, I enjoy them all. I am always very nervous before every class; I want all my students to love yoga as much as I do. I want to leave the class feeling butterflies in their bellies. Every class I go with my very best intention. And I put my whole hart to it. I am the most vulnerable and in touch with my real me when I teach yoga. For me yoga is the connection of what matters the most and be thankful for it. I always forget that stuff.

Practicing yoga in the past has helped me in some areas of my life, but the truly blessings of yoga had come with my teachings. And did I mention I actually get paid for it. So it’s a complete 100% blessing.

In one class I want to touch my student’s harts, and open the connection to their spirit. My bar is high, and that is the way it should be. Yoga is not a joke for me, even thou it’s just a hobby I take it really seriously. So serious that almost never late.

Now, I am constantly trying to learn more about yoga. My curiosity for yoga has only increased after teaching it. Before, I wanted to know about yoga just to know it. I didn’t truly care for it on a deep level. Yoga was on my list of things to know before I die, so I became a yoga teacher just to cross it off my list. Sometimes I do that. I kind of just do things so I can say I did them or to add them in my list. However, now, I really want to know yoga on a deeper level. The spark was born and now I want to be a bad ass yogini.

Even though I love yoga, and yoga loves me, I don’t see myself doing this for living. WHAT? I know, I know, how can I say I am in love with yoga and not see myself doing it forever and ever. It doesn’t make sense. I know darling, but if you know me, you must know I never make sense. Like I don’t see my self quitting my job and just going full core in to the yoga world. It feels too aggressive and just wrong. Right now, I like the “Professional Aidee.” I guess am just not ready to let go of some pre-made ideas and expectations of me. My dreams and “their” dreams are mixed up, so I can’t see witch ones are truly mine.

Confusion is my permanent state of mind when it comes to making a decision, especially when it comes down to my professional life.

I am done with trying to find my passion. Screwed that! I just want to live doing things that I love with out any significant powerful meaning. Trying to find my passion takes too much of my dynamic energy. Now I am just following my curiosity and trying to learn life stuff. I just want to be a sexy veggie taquit-O. Not a burrit-O, just a taquit-O. I definitely want to keep growing in the yoga practice and learn deeply about all the theory, too. I think yoga can save me from my obsessive massive thoughts. Yoga may be the answer after all.