As an aside, I mentioned at the end of my blog yesterday that I had a recurring class in the works. Yeah, well … I had an inadvertent audition for that class today.
Today I was subbing Lunch Time Yoga at The Breathing Room in Cambridge. The class generally incorporates vinyasa, yin, and pranayama. I love doing yin, but I’ve never actually taught it. Plus it felt a bit weird to me to create a sequence that included all of these elements within just an hour slot. But I put a sequence together very last minute yesterday because of the craziness, then ran through it quickly this morning before taking off to KB’s house at 10, where she donated her body to science, allowing me to practice adjustments on her (and fed me delicious homemade pumpkin muffins–mmmmm!).
Anyway, the two of us got to The Breathing Room about twenty minutes before my class was scheduled to start and engaged in a great conversation with the studio owner about a reiki training he’s going to do in the next couple of months. I glanced down at my phone at 11:53 and thought, “Hmmm … maybe it’s just gonna be KB and I today.” On this particular day, that wouldn’t have been a bad thing. A few minutes later, the door swung open. I peeked around the corner, expecting to see C. (who was, indeed, walking in), but I also discovered N. coming through the door with her. N. is a wonderful teacher and studio manager who is really great about giving new yoga teachers a shot and has been fabulous to me. However, what this also meant is that (unbeknownst to me), this odd mish-mash of a class I was about to teach was also going to serve as an audition of sorts for my potential class at Jai, which she runs. I knew that she was going to watch me teach before making a final decision on the class I pitched to them, but I assumed it would be the next time I taught at their studio, which is at the end of the month. Well, we all know what they say about assuming …
Anyway, it went okay. Not wonderful, not horrible, just okay. I wish the situation had been a little bit different and that I was teaching a sequence more indicative of my usual style and in my comfort zone, but, hey! What do you do? This will either come together or it won’t.
More and more these days, I feel like I keep discovering myself in these unexpected situations where there’s a pressure to perform. There definitely is a lot of stress in the moment, but I’m also beginning to really understand that I have to look at it as a necessary learning curve. The only way I’m going to learn to function well outside of my comfort zone is to be put in positions where I have to function outside of my comfort zone. Funny how that works.
After class, C., KB, and I hopped down to Whole Foods and had a lovely lunch outside, soaking in the Indian Summer day. That was the highlight of my day. Such a simple thing, but it felt damn good.