As I was leaving this morning to go teach my first yoga class, Danny was asking the kids if they wanted to go hiking and picking mushrooms after I got back. Lilly's bottom lip quivered as she asked "Up a mountain?!?". As she began to cry, feeling her fear, which I came to realize was due to the unknown - out there maybe getting lost in the wilderness - I found myself feeling the exact same thing about my class. It was the unknown for me, uncharted territory. I realized I was friggen scared. I remember, not so long ago, saying to someone who asked me if I would ever teach yoga "I really love yoga, but I don't think I ever want to teach it." The truth is, I wanted to teach yoga SO BAD I could taste it. So why in the hell did I say that? Well, my fears got the better of me, that's why. What better to do with a big scary goal than pretend like it's not something I want to do anyway?! Good call Grace - you are safe...for now. It wasn't more than a