This is the post where I let it all hang out, so pardon the vent, I’m frustrated.

I’ve been a member of a yoga studio since the end of December 2008. I found this studio because I decided that what my life needed, what my body needed, what my soul needed was a steady practice of yoga. I was elated to find that my very first yoga teacher was a teacher there. I had not been to one of her classes in over 12 years and quite honestly I didn’t even know if she was still teaching my area.

I took the fact that she was at this yoga studio as a sign that I had found what I was looking for.

Since then I’ve built solid relationships with many of the teachers there. They became a part of my life. Each one of them has played a significant role in molding my yoga practice.

Each Saturday morning began with Power Yoga, but Sundays had to be split between two very different practices. If I felt that I needed the camaraderie of friends to bounce things off of while I did my yoga then I went to the Strength & Wellness morning class — if I felt that I needed a quiet candlelight practice then I went to the Vinyasa Flow evening class. Either way, my weekends literally revolved around my yoga practice.

Well, let’s be perfectly honest here, all the days of my week have revolved around my yoga practice.

I’ve never felt more at peace with who I am and what I am able to do if I try.

And then everything changed.

Last week I noticed that my instructor for Power Yoga was taken off the  schedule. This was strange to me, but since she’s recently taken a hiatus and we had a sub for those few weeks I figured that maybe that’s what was going on again.

I was wrong.

It turns out that she’d been let go, and while I heard that it was a mutual decision it just seemed a little odd as she had been teaching there for many years and she had an extremely popular class.

Then this past Sunday I went to the morning Strength & Wellness class. The class was great! While I was getting my coat and shoes on I talked with a couple friends, not even thinking about the small amount of time that the instructor was missing from the conversation so the owner could briefly discuss something with her.

It wasn’t until we stepped into the parking lot that my instructor’s face revealed what she was feeling and she told us that she was just told that that was her last class and she wasn’t being allowed to even say goodbye to her students.

Standing there with my friends my jaw just dropped. I was shocked. I was appalled. I was disappointed. I was furious. I was heartbroken.

I’m disgusted that the owner couldn’t wait for the students to leave the studio before firing her. How could she not think that this wouldn’t affect us negatively? And who fires an instructor RIGHT AFTER TEACHING A VERY POPULAR CLASS??

And of course we now know what probably happened to our other instructor as well. Her class was also a very popular class and most of the students had been practicing with her for many years.

In all three instructors were “let go” and none of this makes any sense to me.

And people are really mad about it.

Many have said they’d never to go to the studio again.

And now my happy place is gone.

I’ve been to two classes since Sunday, both were challenging and with my favorite instructor, however I simply can’t get my head in the game. My anxiety level at the studio is at an all time high. I don’t know if I can move past this. I don’t know how to heal this.

Have you heard me gush on and on about how much I love this yoga studio over the last 14 months? Have you? Have I encouraged you to try a class there?

And now I’m like WTF? How could I have been so wrong?

Furthermore, do I honor my contract with them and continue to pay my membership fees and try to get through this hoping that time will heal this wound? Or do I go in there with my fists all balled up and really let the owner know how I’m feeling and then demand my contract be nullified and tell her that I’m taking my business elsewhere?

There’s some irony to what I’m feeling. Over a year ago I blogged that the second song on the playlist of my Saturday morning yoga class is Bittersweet Symphony, by The Verve. I wrote that I connect that song with this YouTube video. (you’ll want to turn up the volume up on your speakers)

Right now I can totally relate to this guy.