Life in my early 20's had me feeling like I was dragging my feet through mud. I graduated college with a degree in Environmental studies but did not find a career opportunity that ignited my passion for life. After a year of trying to find work in the environmental field, taking a slough of odd jobs along the way, I decided to stop searching outside and follow the path in my heart. I took my first yoga training in 2010 which left the words of my teacher Marianne Wells echoing in my ear: "Follow the dream and the money will come." This phrase has been my guiding light ever since.
For about five years I lived under the poverty level, struggling to support myself as a yoga teacher. I lived in a town that was rich in yoga, which provided wonderful people to learn from, but when it came to finding studio space, there were few opportunities for new teachers.
Even though I was poor and barely scraping by, life felt thrilling and exhilarating. Each day I danced with the unknown. Some months I could barely pay my rent, but I let the energy inside me carry me. If I was short money, I would take to the streets with my guitar and sing my way to the rest of my rent. I sold my car and began traveling anywhere I needed on bike or foot. I started to grow greens and vegetables and learned the power of community how making food and sharing with others can stretch your resources. My diet was simple and nutritious, much like you would see in a third world country: staples of rice and beans and oats, with vegetables and fruits interspersed. I would not eat out or drink alcohol because those things were too expensive.
In that time, I came to find a whole new system of value. There were few things I really need money for: rent, a cell phone bill, food here and there, a climbing gym membership, occasional clothing items, and laundry. I have been able to live incredibly frugally while maintaining good relationships, nourishing my body and mind, and feeding my spirit with the things that make me come alive: organic food, friends, music, nature, and adventure.
During that time I continued to make investments: I invested in my education by taking courses at the community college to deepen my understanding of the physical body.
I invested in my physical and mental health by eating only good foods (even if it meant biking an extra 2 miles to get it). I only took jobs that served me in body, mind, and spirit. I invested in my family, taking time when necessary to help family members through hard times. I invested in my community, volunteer teaching at the adaptive yoga project and bringing yoga to people with disabilities, trauma, and disease.
Even though at times I struggled to survive, I remembered that no matter how hard you have it there is always someone else who has it harder. Living in the bay area and witnessing incredible poverty and homelessness every day, I was reminded how good I had it and was grateful for all that I had.
When I least expected it, my actions were recognized and things started to take a turn. I applied for a scholarship called "The Gift of Yoga" that Yoga Alliance and Prana were offering to someone who brought yoga to underserved populations. Because of my work with the Adaptive Yoga Project and working with youth, I was awarded a scholarship to continue my yoga training.
Three years have gone by since completing that training which made a significant difference in my life. I felt more marketable, I grew more confident in my teaching and found more ease in my body. I began finding more opportunities and the financial stress began to lessen. Even though I am no longer scraping by, I still remember how little I need to survive and enjoy the sweetness of living simply.
If you are following a dream and are coming to a place that is challenging, don't underestimate your power! Keep going, get creative, tap into your inner resources and find a way to manifest that dream! If you have any questions or need guidance on your journey, don't hesitate to reach out!
namaste :)