Monday evening, on my way to teach an ashtanga yoga class. I cross into a friend, we just exchange a few words as I am on the run… I love getting to the studioes I teach well ahead of time, so to have a few moments all on my own before class. While I’m leaving, my friend wishes me ‘Buon lavoro!’… that’s an expression used a lot in Italy… in English that can be badly translated as ‘have a good job/work’.
The word job tingled a chord within myself and that feeling kept coming over the last couple of days. Ok, it’s now a few months I’m teaching yoga and this is part of what I do for a living, nonetheless I just realized I’ve never thought of it like ‘my job’.
Yoga has changed my life and I approach each class with a strong desire to help people in feeling better, asking myself how can I serve students, how to help them become more conscious of their potential and how to let them express it on the yoga mat as a start… (careful, I’m not saying I’m always 100% successful in that!). I’m very aware that people can be there for very different reasons, some of which could be skin-deep, and that makes the class even more worthwhile. In some way, the words job/work look inappropriate to me to describe the process going on teaching yoga that way: those words remind me of something I have to do, while this is all about what I love to do.
I have been so lucky to meet yoga teachers in my life moved by this kind of spirit, though I’m also aware that is not always the case… So, yeah, teaching yoga at times can be just a job, though I hope there will be, more and more, more than that. What’s your personal experience?