Istumbled across an email announcement for yoga teacher training while unapologetically hiding from my kids. The training was in a neighbouring town, scheduled on a day that I didn’t have to work and my husband could be a solo parent, and there were only a few spots left. Call it intuition or a need to throw myself into something completely my own, I felt an overwhelming urge to claim a spot right then. I waited maybe 24 hours before signing up and dusting off a used copy of the Bhagavad Gita.
If I had one, the plan was not to end up actually teaching yoga. I already had a full-time gig as a collegegive it new meaning. Maybe I’d also make a friend or two.
