So I toy around with what I want to do with my life, kind of all the time. Last summer I was very excited about the prospect of getting a Masters in Public Health. I found a program and read up on the field and thought that it was a perfect fit for me. And then I looked at the job prospects . . . which are hardly any different from the ones I have now with a B.S. in Psychology and less than if I earned a MSW. So that took the wind out of my sails a bit.
But now I have a NEW excitement. Are you ready?
While I was in downward dog on Tuesday, it came to me. I want to become a yoga instructor.
If you're like Mary, you just made a face, like "Psh, what? why?"
But here's the thing: I think I would love it. I think I would be good at it. I've practiced yoga for several years and I've enjoyed its benefits; I would love to share that with others. What better way to ensure a lifetime devotion to physical, mental, and spiritual health than to choose a career that depended on it? I could be the kind of teacher that I wish I had.
(Yes, I did sign up for a class. My current teacher talks too much and thinks she's funny. There is no "funny" in yoga.)
So what this would mean is 200 hours of training. And I won't lie, it's a financial racket I hope to get in on someday. Not nearly as expensive as a masters degree but a bite nonetheless.
Can we really put a cost on personal fulfillment though? (Bryce, do not answer.)
I will keep you posted on my latest flight of fancy. Namaste.
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