I start my first weekend of my 200-hour yoga teacher training in roughly two hours and eight minute. To say I’m anxious is an understatement. New social situations stress me out. My stomach is in knots. I’m shaking. What if everyone thinks I’m awkward and weird? What if I can’t keep up physically? What if I can’t keep up with the content?
Right now, I’m wishing I had skipped therapy and gone to the flow class right before the training. It’s impossible to be this anxious when you’re moving through a vinyasa class.