After a prolonged period of feeling like a personal and professional failure (a.k.a. my early thirties), I discovered yoga in Detroit (of all places). It soothed my weary soul and helped me recover from the numerous injuries I accrued during my college soccer career. That was 2011 and, six years later, is difficult to imagine what my life would be like without yoga. It is the one thing in my life that challenges mind, soul and body, simultaneously.
I took a 200 hour intensive in Nicaragua in 2012. I loved it so much that I proceed to move to Nicaragua and teach for most of 2013. After being a surf/yoga bum, I returned to my hometown of West Palm Beach, I taught briefly, but quit teaching to pursue a soul-crushing career. When I quit that job in 2016, my first goal was to return to teaching yoga. I’m so glad I did. When I started teaching, I wanted to be the perfect teacher. After a three year layoff, I’m no longer concerned with being the perfect teacher. (Because, no one is perfect. Don’t let instagram fool you.) I’m motivated to give back to the studios that nurtured my yoga practice, even during the times my attendance and effort was half-hearted.
There is no perfect practice, there is only conquering ego and staring down fear. Yoga taught me that the intention is what matters. I teach to honor my teachers, and I teach to share with my students the good feeling that yoga has given me.
I am humbled and honored to teach at Yoga Palm Beach. Karen has been a teacher, an inspiration and friend since I first took one of her classes. I am proud to be able to share what I have learned (in a life full of twists and turns) with the Yoga Palm Beach community.