Okay, I feel kind of elated but skeptical. No that's not right. I feel elated and unattached (that's more like it). The elated is because I taught my first "official" yoga class. The unattached is because I think the making it ongoing is going to be a challenge. I am about to send out a mass email to my gang of friends and satellite members of my community trying to feel out who might be interested, on an ongoing basis, in taking class w/ me.
My first two students-you wouldn't even believe: my nay sayer of a boyfriend and his girlfriend #2 (D-3peo)! D-D is a cool guy and he and Matt hang all day long bullshitting til the sun goes down, playing music, recording and generally hanging out. Those boys need a fucking job. But, they could be out there tipping cows or mugging people. So, I'll take all that, because they are also the type of guys to set aside their wacky egos and skeptism to start practicing with me. Woo HOO!
Anyway, they both have signed on with me as my students and both, after dubbing me the yoga bully post Sunday's session with them, are all in a stir to get to it again. I secretly laugh an evil inner laugh (muaaaaa hhhhhhaaaahaha). Anyway, it makes me proud and happy that I can work with those two and that they had enough of a good time (though they are desperately sore today) to want to continue. I'm slowly converting them. They start under the guise of getting stretched. Soon they'll be "oming" and chanting like the rest of the yogis. Soon they will be coming because they are learning to be compassionate with themselves and others.
Then comes the levitation and conversion to a blissful individual. God I can't wait (insert more evil inner laughter here).
