I’ve been doing yoga since I was nineteen. I’m 57 now. I didn’t get my teacher training until I was 55. My thought is that since I’ll be practicing yoga anyway, I may as well make myself useful to others. And who knows, it may provide the supplemental income that allows me a more comfortable retirement when I get there.
I figure I am a solid ten years away from retirement. I couldn’t tell you from here when that date will be. I am told that retirement is most usually a bit of a surprise. You know it’s coming but you don’t know when. I want to have some teaching under my belt before I am in retirement. I want to know I am doing some good.
I have been able to pick out new teachers, the not so seasoned ones. I prefer the teachers that have some instruction time under their belt. I want to be one of those by the time I retire. I want to have the experience to match my greying hair.
I appreciate the new teachers. I learn from them as a new teacher myself. I can pick out the parts they are working on. I can hear when the phrasing is still being cleared up. I can see what they have mastered and are comfortable with. It reminds me to do the same. It reminds me to work with the poses I know to get into and out of with grace and control. While I like to add variety, I need to be sure I can guide my group into and out of these postures and variations with knowledge and control. I am reminded to breakdown a new posture into steps and only as far as the group is comfortable. I am reminded to watch my students and truly see them.
I want to be a seasoned instructor by the time I retire from my full-time career job. I want my grey hair and my solid instruction to complement each other as the strength of experience. I am blessed to be teaching yoga at all considering all the new teachers getting their yoga certificates every day. I am blessed and I will continue to grow in my practice and my teaching to be sure that I can continue this blessing and continue to breathe.