I'm participating in an online memoir writing group hosted by Ann Dee Ellis. She gives a one-word prompt and encourages 8 minutes of uninterrupted writing. Here's today's exercise:
I'm about to go back to school. Next week I go to a new campus, a place I've never been, and I'll start an adventure in Yoga Teacher Training. I still need to get all my books, a parking pass, and a clue as to where my classes are held. I don't know where to go, or what to expect. I don't know if I need to wear workout clothes or street clothes. I don't know if I'll be the least experienced person in class or not (I probably will be). I don't know if I'll have enough time to study, or how many times I'll need to have a babysitter watch Lincoln while I'm in class. I don't know if I'll be overwhelmed trying to parent, be a wife, work and go to school (I probably will be).
Regardless, I'm excited. I've wanted to do this training for years. I miss teaching yoga and I hope this adventure will take me closer to returning to that path.
It's all thanks to my siblings that I get to do this. They concocted the idea to basically sponsor me and I know my older brother footed most of the bill. He's the best in that way; always doing things for others like it isn't any sacrifice at all on his part.
Having this nervous excitement in common with Aspen has been fun this back-to-school season. She and I have been able to talk about the unexpected things that may happen to each of us during the school year. I told her I'm nervous about being friendly with other students, and about finding my classroom the first day. Before she started school this week, she said she was afraid she'd have no one to sit with at lunch, and that she would miss watching Wild Kratts like she had planned. I'm glad I was able to put her at ease and let her know I'm feeling some of the same things as her, and it's going to be okay.
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