Yesterday evening, no students showed up to take my yoga class, so I had a choice to stay or to go home. It's tempting to want to go home at 5:45pm; however, I chose to stay and commit my time at the studio to yoga. Of course my mind went in several different directions, but I reeled my thoughts in and reminded myself "this is only your second week of teaching, it takes time to build a student base."
It's easy to get down in the dumps; get frustrated; wonder why it's not happening. It's much harder to trust in the unknown. Trust that I am here for a reason. Trust that I have something to offer. Trust in the process. Trust that the students will come.
For me, in order to have trust, I need to have faith and be patient.
Cambridge dictionaries defines patience as "the ability to accept delay, suffering, or annoyance without complaining or becoming angry."
Wow, that definition doesn't sound easy. But, I love to teach yoga. I love to share it with my students and see them change, grow, and become more attuned to their heart. At moments, it is difficult knowing that I said goodbye to a very loyal group of students who regularly attended classes for this unknown entity of what is to come in my life. However, I have chosen to trust that God will provide, have faith that I am here for a reason, have patience that everything will work out as it will. In the meantime, I'll continue to show up to teach and know that those who are ready to work with me will come.