So here I was, in Dallas by myself, looking for ways to not spend every night alone in my apartment. I bought a two week pass to try out the Dallas Yoga Center which, fortunately for me, happened to be within walking distance of my apartment. I had first tried to go to a yoga studio where the payment was by donation only, but I had a sketchy vibe from the building and neighborhood so I never even got out of my car. The Dallas Yoga Center had a two-week special for brand new students so I thought if I didn’t like it, I was only out of a little money and two weeks. What I hadn’t realized at the time was how much time I would actually spend doing yoga in the next two and a half years. 

For the first few months of living in Dallas, I was going to the yoga studio sometimes five to six times a week. Lucky for me, there were classes early in the morning, all day long and even some starting at 7:30 at night. Most days (though this hardly ever happened) I could go to a yoga class before and after work and would have different teachers and a different approach to yoga. I participated in yoga challenges, I went to yoga gatherings at the studio, I went to meditation and gong meditation. I went to anything and everything. The only thing I wanted to do, but didn’t do at the Dallas Yoga Studio was teacher training. But a tight work schedule and a boss unwilling to compromise left me with a desire to take my training and flexibility farther, but without a real chance to finish what I felt like I had started in Dallas.