Tonight, after finishing work, I went to my second "job" of the day, teaching my first-ever private yoga class.
And yeah, I know, I've said this before: first I taught my first-ever student while I was in training, and then later I taught my first corporate class (which I never did end up getting paid for), and of course I taught plenty of my fellow classmates one-on-one while I was still in training, too.
But tonight I got paid. I charged £30 for an introductory class (it's £50 for subsequent classes, or £200 for a bundle of 5), and at the end of the session I walked out with money.
It was a little nerve-wracking to discuss pricing with my student, but I was also really proud of myself: Look at me, putting my hard-earned certificate to good use! Look at me, selling myself! Look at me, not being afraid to charge what I'm worth in the London market!
It wasn't easy. I mean, it's going to be a heck of a long while before I make back the financial investment I poured into my training, not even to mention the time I spent designing the lesson for today, or traveling to/from my student's home. And perhaps some will think it's a bit crass to be discussing money as a 'Happy Moment,' or who might think that it isn't very yogic to post pictures online of yourself proudly holding up cash.
But that £30 really means something to me. Not because of what it'll buy, but because it's the start of something new. It's a baby step towards building another life, one that may be more in line with who I am and what I want and what I may become. So I want to remember this feeling of contentment, and that proud look on Queen Elizabeth II's face, giving me just the softest of smiles.
Thank you, Your Majesty.
And if you ever need a yoga teacher, call me.