I have nothing snarky or witty to say about this: I taught my first yoga classes this week. To actual people. In a real studio. Wow.

It happened just as I thought it would. I was working my first day at the front desk at The Buddha Lounge, signing students in, when I received a call from the owner, Kelly. No teacher was coming for the 10 am class. Could I fill in? It was 9:55. I had no time to think, and more importantly, no time to freak. I just got my mat, walked to the front of the class, and did it.

I used my best yoga lingo and even finished with a robust “OM.” It felt surreal but exciting.

Was my class the best ever? Probably not. But I got through it without majorly messing anything up and without anyone getting hurt. And now that I’ve done it, the fear of the unknown is gone. I feel so happy and exhilirated.

Obviously there weren’t any major complaints about my ability as a yoga teacher because I got the call again this morning, to teach the 10 am donation-only class. Score! Being in the right place at the right time has certainly paid off. I guess so has all of my hard work…