I had many ideas for where my life was going after retirement. Traveling. Mine eyes would see many sparkling seashores, majestic mountains and colorful valleys, desert sunrises and ancient rock formations. I would have the adventures, take the photos, write the blog and basically find freedom riding off into the sunset. Only that’s not what happened. That outward journey started, but thanks to a worldwide pandemic, it’s almost halted for now. So, while there is beauty in my own backyard and I’ll create space for nearby places, I’ve mostly turned the journey inward through yoga teacher training. Five months and 200 hours of history, philosophy, anatomy, and building the capacity to guide others on their yoga journeys. Five months from now, I won’t be the same person as I am now. What am I saying? Tomorrow I won’t be the same person as I am now. Neither will you.