08/10/2026
🧘♂️ Some journeys change what you do. Others change who you are. And some become part of your spiritual awakening.
On May 30, 2026, I began Yoga Teacher Training.
Exactly four weeks later, I stepped to the front of the room and taught my first class alongside Charla Anderson
I still remember standing there with the same nerves I had carried into so many defining moments of my life. But something shifted. Instead of allowing the fear to silence me, I let it sharpen me—my communication, language, creativity, presence, and voice.
That first experience empowered me to view the yoga journey through the lens of an instructor: the responsibilities we carry, the role we play, and the profound opportunity we have to shape lives through movement, breathing, and meditation.
I began to understand that an instructor does far more than lead a sequence. An instructor creates a space where people can reconnect with their bodies, quiet their minds, confront their fears, and remember something within themselves that life may have caused them to forget.
I discovered that teaching yoga is not simply about guiding people through poses. It is about helping people feel seen and heard. It is about reminding them that they have a voice, that their story matters, and that they are capable of moving forward in their own journey.
Sometimes, you do not discover yoga.
Yoga discovers you.
As I reflect on completing YTT, I am filled with more emotions, thoughts, and gratitude than words can adequately express.
This was a deeply personal journey—but it was also a spiritual one.
It reminded me that our lives do not unfold as a collection of unrelated events. The heartbreaks, failures, detours, unanswered prayers, unexpected teachers, and moments of grace are often connected in ways we can only recognize when we look backward.
What once felt like a series of endings now feels like a path of initiation—each chapter stripping away another layer of ego, identity, expectation, and fear, bringing me closer to the person I was always meant to become.
This journey did not begin on May 30.
In many ways, it began during my quarter-life crisis in September 2008—a season that forced me to ques
