How I started teaching!

I was over thirty, had been married for over 6 years and had a healthy, beautiful son and yet felt sort of empty inside. Although, I was working hard at home - cleaning, cooking and the rest of it...being in the US, one had to do everything. Still somewhere deep down within, I was- - - not happy.  One could not say I was UN-happy but wasn't ecstatic about getting up every morning. I was having more arguments with my husband than I had ever had and was shouting incessantly at my extremely active son...sometimes without reason. Something was definitely missing.

Then she came...my mother. I don't know how she does it, but she always gets her finger on the problem. And always, always has a solution. What's more - it works. She said that I should go out and DO SOMETHING....something...anything. But what? Who would employ me? and where could I have my own hours? Yes, I did want to have my own hours because I was not willing to neglect my son and miss out on his progress while growing up.

Then, one day while talking to a bunch of friends, it struck....not me, it struck my mom. "Why don't you start teaching dance again?" DANCE...wow!! I hadn't danced in over four years. Even walking for more than 10 minutes made me tired. Can I actually do it? I wasn't so sure. I had learnt dance since I was four years old and had taught for several years in India. But that was a long time ago. It was before I got married, before I had a child. No, I could not do it...I was sure I couldn't.

 Like a messenger of God, a nice lady, a friend of a friend, someone who hardly knew me at all told me that she wanted to learn dance from me. Without even seeing me dance she trusted that I would do a good job. And that gave me confidence. I started teaching and I haven't looked back since.

Thank you for everything God!