A few months ago there was a major shift in my life journey that brought me back to Sardinia, a place I grew up visiting and one that I called home for 4 years over 10 years ago. In the blink of an eye – or so it seemed, I went from teaching French in Canada to teaching yoga in Costa Smeralda!
In my youth I was consumed by wanderlust, living day by day and enjoying every random and unplanned event in my life. Ten years and two kids later, I had grown content and comfortable in my life as a teacher, wife, and mother, living back home in Canada. Since my return to Canada I have spent every summer in Sardinia, and could never imagine not spending them in this beautiful tourist destination. Needless to say, when the opportunity arose to move back to Sardinia I was both excited and anxious. It took everything in my type-A brain to push aside my worries, anxiety, and fear of the unknown. People would describe me as a planner and a perfectionist, so one could imagine that the simple thought of ‘not knowing’ is genuinely difficult for someone like me to accept.
As if the preparation for our big move wasn’t enough stress, I had also decided to finally take that yoga instructor course I had been contemplating over the past few years. Completely coincidental, and in retrospect, completely timely. The ideals and concepts that are the foundation of yoga and mindfulness are the exact ones that prepared me for my big move. Every time I questioned my decision, every time I was consumed by ‘what if’s?’, I reminded myself about the importance of being in the present and living each day to its fullest. At first, I forced myself to think this way. Let’s be honest, a yoga teacher must practice what they preach! To my surprise, over time my change in mindset became more innate and automatic and ultimately it was my saving grace at a time when I would have normally succumbed to my stress. I’m still that perfectionist and planner, but I’ve learned to trust the universe and to leave some room for spontaneity in my life. It’s a constant battle, and sometimes the yogi in me loses but I’ve come to terms with it. It’s all part of the journey.
Summer is over and our habitual end of summer return will not happen this year. School has started back home, and I’m not there to welcome my students. But that’s okay. I am here in sunny Sardinia, and I feel blessed and grateful that I have been given the opportunity to put my yoga theory into practice. I’m still a teacher, but for now a yoga teacher! For the last 3 months I have been teaching yoga lessons at Tenuta Pilastru, a stunning rural hotel nestled in the Sardinian countryside. Not too shabby I’d say! Albeit the yoga community is still not as diffused and popular as it is in North America, I’m hopeful that the open-minded women that I am teaching are only the first of a long line of future yogis living in the area. There is always room for spiritual growth and mindfulness. I cannot foresee the future. I’ve always known that yet I’ve always attempted to challenge fate. So for now, I reside in sunny Sardinia teaching yoga lessons in a beautiful location, reminding myself every single day to trust the journey and un-become everything that doesn’t serve me.