“Deep inhale through the nose and exhale through the mouth. Let go of anything that happened earlier today. Let go of any thoughts and focus on your breath. Bring your attention right here, right now.”
That’s me, teaching a Pilates class at the Wisconsin Athletic Club. While I instruct participants to do this, I am doing the same. I am releasing the exhausting day at my full-time job and the rushed car ride to the gym. With a few deep breaths, I relieve my usual pre-class jitters and the guilt of leaving my puppy at home for another few hours. Then, my attention stays on cuing an exercise and the individuals in the class. Being a Pilates instructor might be my new Part Time “Work” but teaching doesn’t feel like work (hence the quotation marks).
When I teach, I am focused, content, calm. I am funny (at least me and possibly one other participant thinks so). I am the version of myself that I wish to be in every situation, yet I can only be in my house, my childhood home and that Pilates studio.
When class is over, I whisper to one loyal participant and friend, “I think this is what I’m supposed to do.” This whisper is marked with the same disbelief and giddiness of the confession to your parents, “I think I’m in love.” These initially cautious statements stem from the non-physiological heart, gut, or back of your mind. You can say supposed to, meant to be, or even use the word fate. The origin and label are not important. Listen to your inward voice and that whisper will become a proclamation and lifestyle i.e. Here’s my new business card or Good Morning, I love you.