Things generally work out.
This thought has been floating around in my head for a while; months, actually. I’ve just been lacking in the time and mental capacity to actually sit down and formulate my thoughts on screen.
A little over a year ago, I set a goal: I wanted to instruct barre. I signed up for a monthly membership and took barre classes 3-5 times a week. I proactively emailed the studio letting them know I’m interested in instructing. I take master classes. I creep the website. The second I see that instructor training is available, I email the studio and pay.
Then I go to training and I’m so nervous and excited. I plan my weeks so that if I get accepted to the next round (why wouldn’t I be accepted?!) I don’t have to adjust my schedule.
I agonized over music selection. I visualize my routine as I walk to and from work. I practice it multiple times per day (the cats think I’m a crazy person).
I present. I’m nervous as heck, and I forget a portion of my routine. I try to be upbeat, but dangit, talking, and moving, and thinking is hard. Having only 7 days to plan a routine is hard.
I spend five days waiting as there are two more people to present after the fact, and again, I wait.
Then I get a call, I didn’t make it. At first I’m upset, but I know I did my best. And, you know what, sometimes our best isn’t good enough because people are better.
I have a great talk with Emily about instructors vs coaches and I realize maybe I’m better equipped to be a coach than an instructor. I’ve coached for so much of my life, and I love it. Instructing? Well that’s a totally different, and new beast.
A few weeks after, I start teaching online. It’s a new course that I’ve never instructed before, so I’m scrambling to learn and catch up and it takes up way more of my time than I expected. At this point I realize I’m having trouble managing my time with running, and barre, and teaching, and so I decide to put my barre membership on hold for a time while I attempted to get caught up on life.
(Spoiler: I think it’s pretty much impossible to get caught up on life, like, ever.)
The next thing I know it’s the end of June and I’m off to visit Leslie in Houston. I come back, enjoy a few days relaxing at home and then I’m put on a really exciting, and busy work project. I’m working through lunch, and in the evening, and even on a weekend, and I’m enjoying it. The work is entirely different from what I’ve done for the past four years and I’m relishing in the opportunity to show off more of my skill set and getting a bigger view of my company. I’m meeting with VP’s outside of my department and am presenting information I’ve worked on manipulating.
Since the end of May I’ve made it to two barre classes.
Had I made it through instructor training, I wouldn’t have had the time or ability to be a good teacher, or a good worker. I’d have too much on my plate (hi mom, I know I always take on too much!) and wouldn’t be able to do a good job at anything.
Right now I’m focusing my time on my work, working out when I can, and know eventually I’ll be able to make it to barre more regularly.
Really, this is just a really long story to say that while not making it to the next round of barre instructor training was disappointing, things really do have a way of working out.How not becoming an instructor at @BarreBodyStudio worked out for the best. Click To Tweet
When’s the last time something ended up working out in the end for you?
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