I am drawn to teach because I know what it feels like to finally find your toes—and yourself—after years of grasping with no luck, and want to help empower others to step into that experience.
Hell yeah I’m good at yoga. I’ve been working on this crazy pose called NotRoundingMySacrumInForwardFolds and it’s been working pretty well for me. I’ve also recently nailed FallingInHeadstandButWhoCaresAsana. My left foot falls asleep every time I meditate and my mind is usually full of thoughts about food and my to-do list, but I have been starting to get a few minutes of peace, so look out for a photo of that coming to Instagram soon.
I recently listened to Eve Ensler (of “The Vagina Monologues” fame) being interviewed about her recovery from cancer, among other things, on the On Being with Krista Tippett podcast. Her words about living in her body after her uterine cancer diagnosis are an insightful take on thriving after a terrible diagnosis. I highly recommend this interview to anyone who is interested in the experience of chronic illness from the patient’s perspective.
"I have told people that writing this book has been like brushing away dirt from a fossil. What a load of shit. It has been like hacking away at a freezer with a screwdriver.”
I spend a lot of time with my cat. When he doesn’t want to hang out with me, I spend a lot of time with myself. I’ve started to learn that I actually don’t mind being alone with myself so much. Every once in a while I do start to drive myself crazy, though. That’s when coffee shops are a good idea. Lorca and Caffeine work quite nicely. So does meditation.
This poem is beautiful for reminding us that whether or not we choose to be happy, or choose to pay attention, the world is going to keep spinning. So why not enjoy it?
Have you ever had the feeling that you’re stuck? Over the last year or so I found myself feeling a little out of control of my own life. I was constantly scheming up ways that I could be a little happier in my adult life, but not really doing anything about it. Part of this slump involved always worrying about what’s next, something that I admittedly still do just about every day. I think I share this problem with a lot of people my age.