Yeah, who, me? Teacher in Yoga? Hey, no way. He never dreamed of it at all. With a certificate in my possession, I am preparing to teach yoga on my last day of 200-hour yoga instructor preparation. 

"It's tough and powerful. My student, a ballerina dancer, failed her final test,' said a friend of mine who in the spring of 2015 was doing her yoga instructor training at Shades of Yoga in Ubud, Bali. 

Let's make Rodhia call her. 

We were seated on fancy spiritual mats in the chic vegetarian cafe in Ubud, Bali, sipping our green organic juices, waiting to arrive for our vegetables. 

I looked at Rodia like she was a deity of some kind. A future goddess for yoga practitioners. What excited me even more is that she was a badass business lady learning about conversion rates and funnels like a pro when she was all Zen visit.

How I wanted to be, that is—a business lady in Zen. Rodia told me that it is challenging to practice and requires a lot of time and resources. 

She took a whole month off to come to Bali to learn yoga. She told me the expense of the preparation as well. 

And that aspect has only persuaded me that this is never going to be me. It wasn't my road to becoming a Zen business lady. I will be a businesswoman. Not just a super-zen one. 3.000 dollars. 

Well, well, yes. 

From paycheck to paycheck, I scarcely existed. When I had bills to pay to purchase food for my pet, I didn't get thousands of dollars to waste on anything as ridiculous as yoga training. Yet there was a month of my life devoted to yoga two years back, and $3,000 from my bank account (saved up during my last year of full-time online work and flying worldwide.) This is where I was at my Bali Yoga Instructor Training in Warrior 1. 

Where we're at, we are.

The way, life is funny. 

It's tossing at you something that is even mildly fascinating... 

You dismiss it as a ridiculous concept. You're not paying attention to it. 

Somewhere deep and dim, you conceal it. Preferably in your "dreams" or "bucket list" closet in a dark corner, and you want to forget. You're keeping it back. You're keeping things low key. That's never going to be me. Yet there's always that secret passion. 

It's lying there and waiting to come out at the right time. 

Your visions remain there, waiting for the time when you begin to choose yourself. Suppose you wish to be you, not the goddess of Rodia. The moment eventually appeared for me, and it took two years. I've always been inspired by yoga. 

Yoga is a pricey, less common exercise where I come from (Moldova). 

One of my more financially well-off girlfriends mentioned when I was in high school that she was practicing yoga, and I recall thinking to myself about what a posh life she has. 

Going to the gym where I come from is an expensive, not so typical, adventure. Our people are not particularly interested in a healthy life, healthy exercise, and eating well. 

It's just the contrary, in truth. I'm not accusing them. Gym membership and chia puddings are sort of out of the question, with an estimated revenue of $400 a month. In Malaysia, one summer day in 2012, I saw an advertisement for a yoga class. I feel intrigued. 

I've left. I liked it. During training, I recall feeling calm and energized. For the next three years, I began going to yoga classes sporadically.