For the first time
My voice shook as I sat at the front of the studio reading from a piece of paper. My handwriting was scribbled all over the page. My stomach turned as the words flowed out of my mouth. No, it wasn’t the first class I’d ever taught. It wasn’t the first time I’d read in front of people. My voice shook because for the first time, I was reading MY writing at the end of class. It’s something I’ve avoided since I started teaching. I’ve been writing for years. In University, on my blog, on this blog and of course in my journal. My thoughts have spilled out on more pages than I can count yet this was the first time in my life that I’d shared them without the comfort of hiding behind a computer screen. And it was scary. I talk about comfort zones in my classes, usually in the context of stepping - or jumping - outside of them. I'm sure if you practice yoga, you're no stranger to this. I've seen in my physical practice how powerful it can be to push past that safe place and the same is true in life. It’s funny how the boundaries of our comfort zone stretch and expand as we move through life. Sometimes this happens over a long period of time as a result of gentle pushing. Other times, our boundaries shift in an instant as the result of a giant leap. The most important thing is that they don’t stay the same. I was reminded at the end of class as I anxiously read from my paper that the first time at anything is often the hardest. But almost always, it’s worth it. So if something scares you, if you're shying away from sharing yourself with the world, go for it. Dip a toe in, give yourself a gentle push, or leap right over the edge.