I am two weeks into YTT. When I jumped in, I had no idea what to expect. I didn't know what we'd spend the days doing, what my time in between sessions would be like, I had no expectations but I was full of anticipation.
Two weeks in, and I have been thrown into one of the most profound experiences of my life. It's more than just talking people in and out of poses and engaging a class. It's about living the life of a Yogi, which I am all about. The lifestyle I've needed the courage to submerge myself in fully is my homework. The discussions in class ring so true to my belief and outlook. And the humans. I have met the most incredible people who have sought this out just as I have. The teachers I've been able to both experience and practice alongside, my fellow students, the people I interact with as I dive into the self.
I will never forget this moment. Right here. Through the tears, the sweat, the too-many-downdog days. The fear, excitement. Trepidation. The fluidity of my self.
Cracking my shell open and finding the raw Keturah Liz underneath. Becoming vulnerable. Finding a home, a friend in myself.
Stepping into this being that feels like me.