That’s right kiddos, over a year later, I am happy to bring you another installment of the ever popular Overheard at the Yoga Studio. And yes, this does in fact mean that I am back in the yoga studio. It’s a great place to be, let me tell you. Tonight I tried Bikram Yoga for the very first time. Bikram yoga is the kind of yoga a lot of people know as Hot Yoga. You perform the same 26 poses during a class in a room that’s heated to about 105 F. Aka really really hot. Pretty much I walked into the room and instantly started sweating, so I knew it was going to be an interesting experience. I don’t think I’ve ever sweat that much in my entire life. I mean, I had beads of sweat coming off my shins. So much sweat. I guess in a way it’s cleansing, right? I am rehydrating in a major way right now.
The class was led by an excellent teacher named Kazim, who had a small build, fwoopy hair, killer beard, and thick rimmed glasses. Very hipster. At the beginning of the class and throughout the poses, he would often repeat a little mantra that I would like to share for this installment of Overheard at the Yoga Studio.
It is not lost on me how fortunate I am to be here in this moment.
It really struck me as such a great sentiment, and something that I really want to channel. Because it really is not lost on me how fortunate I am to be here. Last semester was probably the best semester I’ve had yet. Now, if you talked to me at all last semester, you may be sitting here now looking at me like I’m insane. You may be saying, “Hilary, you spent a good chunk of our phone conversations last semester in tears.”
And to you my friends I say, yes this is true. My personal life for the past six to eight months has been a little bit of a… challenge shall we say? Complete with break ups, break ins, break downs, huge gains, and significant losses. So from that angle, no perhaps I wasn’t on Cloud 9 last semester. But when it comes to school, last semester was the bomb diggity. Quite simply, I love my program. I am learning from some of the greatest experts in my field. My professors are not only incredibly smart and talented clinicians, researchers, and educators, but they are also hilarious, and incredibly compassionate, and every day I am blown away by them. It is not lost on me the incredible opportunity I have to study and pursue a degree for the second time in my life at one of the great academic institutions of our country and the world. But this time it’s different. I’ve finally found my place. This time it’s not as much a struggle. Sure, it’s still hard, and studying can be super lonely and isolating and frustrating, but I don’t know. I don’t know when it was, but at some point last semester, I feel like a switch got flipped. It’s like magic. And I love it. And I get to have the lifestyle of a student for a little while longer, which, to be quite honest, despite the drawbacks, like having no income and not a ton of time or energy, is kind of awesome.
Two more semesters before clinicals. I seriously can’t believe it. I guess time flies when you’re having fun? Last semester flew by like I don’t even know. Part of me never wants it to end. I don’t want to leave my professors and my friends and my school and my apartment and the safety of the classroom. And the other part of me can’t wait to be out there working with patients every single day, learning from other talented clinical instructors. So for now, I’ll just keep trying to channel today’s mantra – “It is not lost on me how fortunate I am to be here in this moment.”