Happy Saturday! I am finding that I love the opportunity to teach at the Park. It provides rejuvenation, healing and basking in the sunlight. I love how in touch you can get while practicing outdoors.
Slowly, momentum is growing and I am feeling better about my decision to teach yoga. I know that I excel at bringing people together. I regret not offering group classes earlier in my career. There is a growing energy of the collective experience that makes it unlike any other yoga class. Last night, I was at the restaurant and a man came in that I recognized from another local spot that I frequent often. I could not remember his name and I was not his server.
Eventually, after hearing that his wife was unhappy with her salad, I approached the table. I asked if they frequent said restaurant and their response was--ah, that is how we know you. We have been trying to figure out why you looked familiar.
From here, continuing the conversation it was revealed that I teach yoga. They seemed interested in attending the Saturday session which I am excited about. Also, affirmed that I need to be giving out my business card more often. All of these things that you learn as you navigate entrepreneurship.
The detoxing cleanse is going well. Recently, I responded to a friend that I want to find a balance between the excess and clean lifestyle. Benefits of clean eating---productivity (overload), enhanced sleep, clears up skin, save money. I read more and tackle tasks with a clear mind space. Excessive habits create contacts, social interactions, creativity. Plus, I like it. I enjoy drinking wine at lunch. I like mezcal. I love gin and tonics. If you know me, you know, that I avoided gin for fifteen plus years. I had a terrible experience in college. Underage and spending time with my restaurant colleagues, we went to a bar after a shift one night. Keep in mind, I had a spanish class at 8:30 the next morning. This class dominated my freshman year. Five days a week at 8:30. I would walk to campus which was about a mile away. I refused to live on campus.
So, I am out with my co-workers. Drinking who knows what. I imagine vodka at the juncture in my life. Some brilliant person decides to buy my a shot of gin. Graciously, I take it because I was enjoying spending time with my colleagues.
I remember vomiting in the women's rest room. Then, the men's. Not a banner moment in my life. The next morning, I woke up. Thought I was going to die. It was truly one of the worst hangovers I have ever experienced. Still, I managed to attend my spanish class. My participation was dire. I think I bet one of my co-workers that I would make it to class.
Oh and fun memories from college, restaurant industry and the overindulgence of alcohol. From that night, I loathed gin. Wouldn't touch it. Regardless, of how much a bartender would say how the gin added a component that vodka would not, I could not enjoy gin.
I don't remember why I returned it. Maybe, that I discovered the negroni. Small steps. Now, I do enjoy a gin and tonic on the patio.
There is a balance and I am determined to achieve it. Monday, I am celebrating with my friend, Brie. We have successfully met and managed a run/walk. It is motivating me to run other times during the week. I feel fantastic!
I look at my pile of books I would like to read. It keeps growing. I just need to lock myself in my room, no phone, no laptop and read a few books. It needs to be done.
Yoga was fantastic. I am incredibly thankful for the people who attend my classes and allow me to call them my tribe. It is a beautiful thing.
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