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Blessed

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Like most, Mondays bring me a little bit of grief. Ugh, to start the week with productivity means I have to get out I bed. But… It’s comfy. Right?

True, comfort zones exist because they’re wonderful, but how are we to learn? I saw a lovely quote this morning from Meister Eckhart: “Be willing to be a beginner every single morning.”

How often do we try new things? It’s so easy to stay where it’s safe and known, even if we’re unhappy, but what if things change? What if we learn and grow each day? That’s not to say I’m that person; I love curling up on my couch, turning on a Disney movie I loved as a kid, and well, doing nothing. And there isn’t anything wrong with that, either!

I started my morning with about zero motivation to move other than the ever-growing, intimidating pile of clean clothes on my couch. See, I put my laundry there so I don’t put it off… Then I go sit on my recliner and ignore it for a few days. So after finally starting to organize, I was able to purge some items I don’t wear anymore, put away 95% of my clothes (just the hangers left– I’m legitimately the biggest laundry procrastinator), and ended up cleaning my fridge, dishes, and practicing some yoga thereafter simply because I started. Small step, I’m aware, but I was glad to rid my apartment of some clutter today!

Meanwhile, in the midst of my small victories, I saw some other beautiful things appear in my day: my private yoga client bought me flowers because she thought I would like them; my best friend sent me an encouraging and kind note from her travels across the states; and one of the women who certified me to teach yoga made space in a full workshop because she knew I wanted to participate.

A while back I mentioned a boyfriend of mine had reminded me that the world is not out to get me. I spent a large majority of 2014 in pain, like a victim getting mercilessly hurt or neglected, and by the end of the year, I was sick of it. Not to say that I didn’t deal with legitimate pain and mistreatment, but I focused nearly all my energy of the negativity that surrounded me. Or rather, what I allowed to surround me.

“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”
-Henri Matisse

This year I am actively allowing myself to be surrounded by flowers. To be a beginner each day. To learn to laugh at my mistakes and mishaps, rather than beating myself up and feeling sorry for myself. There is no future there; it’s time to grow. Yesterday is no longer, tomorrow is yet to come, why not spend today being happy?

Namaste, loved ones,

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Joy and Suffering

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This last month has been somewhat strenuous for me. Lost a job. Lost friends. Rejection after rejection. But a few days ago, I saw a quote that we are not to view these happenings as rejections, but redirections towards something better. I’d rather stick with that sentiment.

Also in this last month, two influential men passed away: Robin Williams and BKS Iyengar. One brought laughter and joy to my childhood; the other gave me wisdom and hope as an adult. As I reread Iyengar’s Light on Life, I find it interesting how it helps me cope with the loss of both their lives.

While discussing the Physical Body in terms of yoga, Iyengar thoroughly explains the necessity of pain in order for growth. “We do not do yoga just for enjoyment; we do it for ultimate emancipation. Most people want to take joy without suffering. I will take both. See how far suffering takes me.”

What an interesting sentiment that we often avoid. Considering the racial unrest in Missouri (well, across the World, really) and political climate, there are countless examples of suffering on this planet that we as humans avoid. I won’t lie; I don’t like reading the news on a daily basis simply because I hate hearing about the constant pain and suffering in every corner. But there are times when we had to face the pain, as it how “we learn to act, to live, to grow”, as Iyengar states. “We all have presence of mind when everything goes well, but we need to have presence of mind when something goes wrong.”

Back to Mr. Williams. At this point, it’s common knowledge that he was recently diagnosed with Parkinson’s, likely becoming the reason he chose to end his life. It seems as though the world was much more comfortable with that explanation than if he had died of depression, which quite honestly, astounds me. Those who have read my earlier posts will know that I was diagnosed with depression over 6 years ago, and I made a decision to end my life a year ago that thankfully, was foiled by my will to live. That doesn’t mean I’m cured. It doesn’t mean I don’t have days when everything goes well; the sun shines, there’s no traffic, my family and friends love me and no one is grumbling– and I still come home wishing I were dead. That this world would legitimately function better if I didn’t exist.

I am NOT advocating suicide in the slightest, nor am I expressing that it is a selfless act; it is quite selfish and leaves those behind with greater pain and frustration while you are, free, really.

I am, however, trying to explain that depression isn’t logical. It’s not something I can magically turn off. I wish I could go through life feeling “normal”, with bad days that don’t cause me to crave physical pain or death because I don’t know what else to do. I long for the day that I can comfortably come off my antidepressants and be able to fully work through my “episodes” of self-loathing. But it doesn’t work that way. My brain DOES NOT work like everyone else’s. I would give almost anything to let it be “normal”— but like Iyengar, after having seen the pain, I think I would rather have both joy and suffering. I learn more from pain. I can be compassionate towards others with the same brain as myself. So when I initially hear that this great actor, comedian, and human took his life, my first reaction is not to say he is selfish. I was sad because I know how he felt. I was sad thinking of his family who perhaps thought they could have saved him.

I didn’t know Robin Williams and won’t ever know EXACTLY why he took his life; I can only assume he viewed it as the only option. I’ve been there. If you haven’t, it isn’t fair to judge. I agree that sometimes people use depression as an excuse for attention, teen angst, what have you, but that is not my place to judge. I don’t have a terrible life; I have a roof over my head, a family who loves me as best they can…. I am blessed. But I am also depressed. I deal with it daily. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I hate seeing how it affects those who love me, and I use them as a means to keep fighting.

This quote that kept going around right after RW died resonates with me: “I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone, it’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.”

I’ve been there. Invisible in a crowd, in a room with only one other. My only critique, or what I’ve been learning, is that no one can make you feel anything. It comes from within. You must surround yourself with the people who know you and care, obviously. But they’re still human. You have to push through that pain of isolation. I am deeply saddened that Robin Williams didn’t feel he could any longer. It hurts me to think about another human suffering in that way. Through that pain, I will learn. I will remain steadfast in my journey to fight through depression. Use yoga to discover the peace within.

I am thankful that I was able to know of and study the lives of both Robin Williams and BKS Iyengar; they have impacted my understanding of myself and the world. Namaste, gentleman. Rest your weary souls.

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For a little further reading:

http://mobile.nytimes.com/blogs/well/2014/08/20/what-is-so-special-about-iyengar-yoga/

http://www.mindbodygreen.com/0-15007/10-life-lessons-i-learned-from-b-k-s-iyengar.html

Frozen Theme Song

Let go of what no longer serves you.

My instructor repeated this several times throughout my first weekend of Yoga Teacher Training and I decided it will be my focus this week.

I’ve been blessed with plenty of things in my life; I have no reason to complain. But I end up focusing on what is no longer, or what I don’t have yet… Unhealthy practice of which ALL of us are guilty, right?

How about this spin: Being thankful for what you have now, what serves you in the present moment. Baron Baptiste says you’re “either now here or nowhere.” Only the present exists; the past is done and unchangeable, and the future is simply a fantasy.

What serves you today, readers? Are the relationships you hold onto fruitful or fading? I challenge you to join me as I work towards letting go of what no longer serves me. After all, how can I grow if I’m nowhere? As always, I would love to hear your words.

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Seamless

Seamless

Our asides are seamless
Effortless
Yet you continue to deny our
Compatibility

Should I continue to wait
Or am I simply dumb for hoping
You might notice
I’m not the same as the others
I offer more
I care more
I understand more
But you don’t choose me

I sip another useless beer
As though it will help
Bandaid or not
The wound still exists
Cannot be ignored
I childishly hope I wake up
Tomorrow
With a different life
What a fool

This
This here exists
I cannot deny it or push it away
You may not notice
But I must
Otherwise I might not carry on

If only,
I say,
As though it will help
Nay,

The leaves have fallen.
I cannot change where they chose to land
That is not my decision.

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Rejections and Reactions

It’s been a minute, readers. Not because I had nothing to say, rather, I found I had nothing really intelligent to say– simply I meant to gripe or praise and ride an emotional roller coaster and force you along with me.

Today was a frustrating day at work. It was beautiful before that; I went for a run, took my dog on a walk to Starbucks, read a little of a good book. But I got annoyed with coworkers and it “ruined” my day.

How silly that I let those outside, quite trivial situations enter into my psyche for longer than a moment. Seriously, why allow myself to get agitated? No, maybe I’m not fully satisfied with my job. No, maybe my coworker and friend wasn’t very helpful today. But really– why should that take the smile off my face? Erase the contentment I felt before?

I read a link proclaiming the major differences between a girl and a woman, one being that a girl reacts while a woman responds. Think about that for a moment. In a thesaurus, they might be synonyms, but as actions, they differ. I’ve been getting better as responding instead, but of course, I revert back to the childish behavior I knew for so long! I want to hear information and rather than respond as an adult, I want to react as if his information pertains only to pissing me off.

I won’t lie to you, reader, I have yet to come close to mastering response over reaction. I assume that battle will end when I die. I don’t mean to write posts as if suddenly I’ve discovered perfection– or maybe that I have but am nowhere near achieving it! Each day brings new struggles, new obstacles to overcome.

Don’t believe, EVER, that you’ve made it. I think I’ve touched on this before in other posts, or I’ve mulled over it for a while and assume I’ve told everyone (I talk a lot– ask Carmen):
Contentment does us more harm than good. While the very notion is noble, mature, and divine, contentment keeps us where we are— yes, you ought to be content. Be content with the things you cannot control. You were born into the life you were raised in– be content, you can’t change that. You were born in your body– be content, you can’t change that. Your happiness? You can change that. Your bitterness? You can change that! Don’t sit in contentment while there is room for advancement.

Sometimes I have sentences that I’m proud of, and I want to congratulate myself for being so shrewd and discerning, then I remind myself it’s 2013 and chances are, someone else already figured this out. But no matter! I will not remain content in that, I will revel in the fact that I can connect with humans of the past through our journeys. Or manifestations, since out journeys might not be similar.

Okay, drunken segue #4073: how amazing that we can come to the same conclusions without following the same paths? I was reading American Gods, by Neil Gaiman, and one character described himself and his brother as being so different, a blonde, blue-eyed man, and a dark-haired, brown-eyed man– yet they both ended up with gray hair. Lovely observation, Mr. Gaiman.

(If you have never read his fiction, please allow yourself the pleasure!)

So how to respond rather than react? Take a second: will this moment matter on your death bed? Might be a bleak thought, but consider it anyhow. We have SO many annoyances and frustrations that really don’t matter, so why do we give them a second or third thought? It’s just a day. I’ve gotten into the habit of saying, “I’m not ok, but I will be.” While I ought not be upset in the first place, I feel like I’m on the right track. Tomorrow comes, reader. Join me in tomorrow– respond, don’t react.