Just because I’m sober, doesn’t mean I’m dead. And just because I’m no longer an active craft beer consumer or employee of the industry, doesn’t mean I can’t ever set foot in a brewery ever again.
Today, I attended my very first yoga class hosted inside of a brewery. The concept is not new to me, as I attribute the unique concept and rise in popularity of “beer yoga” to my beautiful and inspiring friend @beeryoga. Oddly enough, I never had the opportunity to do yoga in a brewery setting during my tenure in the industry. (And twisting my body in awkward positions to clean the mash tun doesn’t count, haha).
As fate would have it, I ended up at “class and a glass” at @urbanrestbeer this morning because my beautiful and inspirational yogi friend and soul sister (the lovely @_sparklewolf) was teaching the class. I was like, “so you’re telling me that I can practice something I was already going to do today anyways with a teacher whose energy and style that I adore, in an environment that feels like my home away from home?” Um, no brainer.
Now, I know there are probably a few raised eyebrows out there, so let’s clarify some things. The liquid pictured in this glass could just as easily be a sour beer of sorts—but alas, it’s house-made apple, lemon, ginger kombucha. And a very tasty one at that. As for the whole home away from home line, I will always consider the craft beer industry and the people in it as family. Some of my greatest years were spent working in that world, and I have made many life-long friends that have stayed by my side above and beyond sobriety. I will always respect and love the industry, the people and the beverage itself—even if I never swallow another sip of it for as long as I live.
Today’s experience was insightful and inspiring, to say the least. As I start down my own path of yoga teacher training (spoiler alert), I have uncovered some ideas on how I can bridge my new life with my old life. Perhaps, one day I will find myself working inside breweries again—not brewing this time, but spreading the love for yoga. Obviously, too soon to let such goals turn into stone. But, at least an idea I can comfortably entertain.