Friday, February 21, 2014

Defining the self.

I hear that when beginning a journey it is pretty natural to start questioning the self. Where do I fit in? Where do I come from? Do I have the strength to make this path work? The journey I'm about to start in on is going to be a long process.I have a 5 yearish plan; and yes "don't die"is on the list. I'm about to head up to Alaska in a month or so and it's in the hopes I can pay off some debt and start savings for a yoga studio or festival. I haven't really decided on which but I think that my main goals are to spread the love of yoga, healthy lifestyle and the knowledge that people can be in control of their own happiness. 

I know this sounds like a bunch of hippie bullshit. I'm aware. This is what has been leading me to this whole defining the self business. Yoga is a community of light, love, nonjudgmental space, yada yada yada. The majority of yoga studio owners are completely the opposite of all of this and put up a lovely shield to mask the general public. Well most I've run into in Arizona anyway. There are handfuls of amazing people, my good friend Ashley has the biggest heart of nearly anyone I've met and her studio screams love and positive vibes to its core. I'm not saying that owner are all bad the ones that really mean what they say have a solid following. But let's take birkam for example; guy is a big old bag of sweaty yoga dicks when it comes to spreading the message and wealth; he's like Tillikum. While he is the most well known whale and puts on a good show his dark and crazy undertone has seeped into the rest of the sea. 

Naturally with a personality like mine I should be censored. While I would never harm a child (I think lol) I laugh at dead baby jokes, I curse, and I have this habit of saying whatever I feel like. Which can be misinterpreted as not being yoga like. But part of being a yogi is accepting of yourself. I accept that I have an old drunk mans sense of humor and that sometimes I can be a little judgey. It's human nature to occasionally judge I fight the battle everyday to be less like that but sometimes I have to let my humor ride. It just seems like the image of the "yoga woman" is earthy and kind and full of sweetness. It's hard to shove myself into that mold. I'm mess and all over the place, I love caffeine and hate kombucha, and a sailers mouth. Perhaps there will be a place for me among the men like the great Brian Kest whole makes me feel completely alright with just letting the fuck go, damn it.