Within our first ten minutes together, one of our friends told me that she had especially brought her yoga outfits for me and was ready for a yoga-packed weekend.
I had no idea why she was telling me this. Were we going to work out together? That sounded good, but a bit out of the blue. After all, I had attended the occasional yoga class over the past year, but wouldn’t consider myself to be particularly advanced in the practice.
Then I remembered: I taught yoga in the Dominican Republic. I was her yoga teacher. For most of the people at the resort, I was probably their only ever exposure to the practice of yoga and was still regarded as their “yoga rebbe” (teacher).
It’s hard to believe that the DR was a whole two years ago, yet at the same time ‘Amy The Yoga Teacher’ seems like an entirely different person than ‘Ayo The Hooping / Volunteering RVer’.
Time flies. And life happens fast. I wonder what hat I will be wearing two years from now…
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