Happy Bar-Versary to me.
A year ago I taught my first Bar Method class all by myself as a certified instructor. It felt like I’d been given the keys to the car, and some days it still feels that way. Other days it seems like a year might as well be a geologic era (time - how does it work?).
I could go on and on about what Bar Method has done for me physically/mentally/blahbleepbloop, but I’d feel obligated to insert a break and I hate those so I’ll simply say that I finally understand what it means to have a passion for something.