When I was in college I was that hopeless adolescent who had no idea what direction to go in. I had a friend who knew since she was in grade school that she wanted to be a teacher. I, on the other hand, wanted to be a teacher, a writer, a lawyer, a fitness instructor, a psychotherapist, a photographer and so many other things I couldn’t even list them all here.
My college offered a free course on finding your path so I signed up! They gave us all these tests to determine what your dream job might be. “If you had these two magazines to choose from, which would you pick: Better Homes and Gardens or Rolling Stone?” One of the tests I took gave me a list of the best jobs for me starting with the best job and going down to the worst fit. The number one slot? Pastor.
As a yoga studio owner, you aren’t looking forward to the email that says “I’ve been avoiding coming to yoga” but this time it made me giggle, smile and say “awwww”.
This was an easy one.
I’ll start with my own story and then get back to the email. Some of you know that my two youngest boys are only 18 months apart. Call it lack of planning, no plan, or the celestial plan it was the plan that unfolded. And I am utterly grateful. My two heathens are simultaneously best friend and greatest enemy; living life in an intermingled hurricane of togetherness. Can you imagine? They have never known life without the other. The beauty of this relationship is awe inspiring but the strain on my body was not as lovely.
It's official. I've been the studio owner for The Yoga Casa for a whole week now. What a wild ride!! Before I opened the studio I spoke with MANY other owners of studios and they all warned me about how hard it was. In fact, they were down right negative. I spoke with owners who were disgruntled, overworked, fed up (one was even in the midst of divorce) and yet, I continued on. Call it stupidity?
I call it perseverance!
Ultimately, they were right. It is so hard. Everything takes 10 times longer than you thought it should. I went through three commercial realtors, probably nine contractors and interviewed loads of teachers. It's rough but when I opened my doors and 27 people walked in to the studio for my first class, well, it was worth it.
One thing I have learned is that help comes out of nowhere. Friends have dedicated time and effort to help me. My family has learned to live without me at dinner (at least for a little while). My mom was the first official TYC floor mopper. I am so grateful for all the help I have received. I certainly would not have been here today without it. And that's why when you come to The Yoga Casa (to take a yoga class, attend a workshop, hang out for happy hour or dedicate yourself to Yoga Teacher Training) you will hear me say not "welcome to my studio" but "welcome to OUR studio."
Everything that is awesome about me salutes everything awesome about you,
Lora (Owner of The Yoga Casa)
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