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But, I Don't Speak Icelandic! Letting Go of Fear

But, I Don't Speak Icelandic! Letting Go of Fear

Hello from Reykjavik!

If you have not been following along on Instagram or know me personally, I recently packed up my life in Boston and moved it over 2,000 miles to Reykjavik, Iceland. Surprise! You might be asking yourself, "Why?" to which I would respond, "Why not?" But, I can go into more details in a later conversation, as I'd like to share an experience I had shortly after moving here with you all.

During our move, which lasted for about a month between packing everything up in Boston, transporting it all to Indiana to store with my parents, fly to Reykjavik, and get settled in our new home, I didn't really have the chance to practice much yoga. 

Journey of a Yoga Instructor

Journey of a Yoga Instructor

Hello again.

First off, thank you so much to all those who reached out and shared words of love and encouragement in response to my first post. Your support means so much and really reinforces my willingness to be open about my story and share my journey. I love you all and am truly grateful for the compassion and love you shared with me.

For the second post, I thought I would share a bit about my training in becoming a yoga instructor. I had been thinking about doing a 200-hour level training for several months and contemplating the right time. With graduation from graduate school approaching, I figured the months following would be a good time to take on something big like a training.