Thursday, March 29, 2007

Revita-Yoga? More Likely a Revita-Rip Off

Not practicing yoga for a spell makes it pretty hard to come up with subject matter for a yoga blog. That stands to reason.

But just when I was about to throw my hands up, I happened upon this New York Times article:

Got Crow’s-Feet? Call the Downward Dog
By ALIX STRAUSS
Published: March 29, 2007
Revita-Yoga combines yoga and facial exercises and is billed as a way to combat frown lines, wrinkles and sagging.

Here’s a little excerpt:

“Want to sculpture and narrow your nose? Alternate breathing out of each nostril, Revita-Yoga teaches. Have crow’s-feet? Open the eyes wide to smooth the lines. As pale as the winter sky? A dose of downward dog can add color to the complexion while oxygenating the skin.”

OK. I’ve seen it all now. Let me just say this: yes, downward facing dog is great for getting a little color into your cheeks. Absolutely. But no amount of alternate nostril breathing is going to narrow my nose or any other nose on the planet. If that were the case, people would not be paying thousands of dollars to plastic surgeons for a more petite proboscis.

And opening the eyes wide to smooth crow’s feet? OK. For about a second. But then what do you do with the lines created in your forehead as a result of opening your eyes wide as saucers?

In the words of the outrageous Cindy Adams, “Only in New York, kids, only in New York.”

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Yoga Retreats

Now that it's spring, prime vacation time is just around the corner. The weather is warming up, flowers are beginning to bloom, and for me at least, it becomes harder and harder to stay indoors. As soon as the thermometer hits about 70 degrees Fahrenheit, I'm thinking white wine, martinis, patios, pedis, and pretty much anything completely irresponsible.

I swear, I'm going to do this one day: combine sun, sand, and good ol' summer fun with a little prudence to balance it all: yoga! If you're contemplating how to spend your vacation, here are links for ideas:

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Me & The Boys

Taught the kids again yesterday—supersmall class—only my two boys Bradley and Kieran were there. I don't know if that's due to the weather, reorganization of the kids classes, or what, but lately, our classes have been two-to-four kids, tops.

Winging It
Even though I only had my boys (who I think are around eight years old), we had a blast. I decided not to sequence the class beforehand, but to wing it instead. This is both a good and bad idea for a green teacher. Although I wasn't at a loss for things to do, it does allow you to be a bit more scattered, especially with kids as an audience. That's not really good for a cohesive practice, but it did work in my favor because the boys are more high energy and more difficult to have a serious practice with than the girls. Had I spent a lot of time on a sequence instead of reading the vibe that day, I would have been at a loss because the boys were fired up! A typical practice doesn't work well for them...they need constant stimulation and challenge, or they get bored.

After the boys came in and got settled, we started centering and breathing and I was totally blown away when Bradley took Guyan Mudra with his hands while sitting! I explained to him what he was doing and tried to tell him a little about his mudra, and was so glad that I had an explanation for it. He obviously had seen it before and associated it with Easy Pose, although he didn't really understand what it's about. To think that a kid under age 10 would come in class and do a hand mudra is unbelievable (if only I could have started practicing at their age).

After centering, I put my Bond, "Shine" CD on. With the weather being bright and invigorating, I wanted music that reflected this. Bradley actually said he loved the first track which I believe is the DeBeers diamond commercial track...pumped up classical. I was shocked. I didn't know what to expect when he said, "What is this music? It's CRAZY!" I was about to jerk the CD out, then he said it's "crazy" but he likes it. One point for the teacher!

I ran the boys through Surya Namaskar A and B, but with a twist or two. I added a mad dog and a flip dog in there, which they found difficult, but they were fully invested in it, and intrigued as they'd never flipped their dogs before. Bradley commented that he wanted to practice it at home, which also really took me by surprise. Kieran tends to be more centered in his practice, but Bradley really gets into the complicated asanas. He wants to be able to do them and although at times in class he may seem like he's not fully engaged, he is. He's thinking about the mechanics of certain asanas and in his head, he's coming to terms with them even if he's not fully there physically.

Since the girls weren't in class, I allowed the boys (who are friends) to be a little rowdier than I prefer. To channel their energy, we tried more challenging asanas in one practice than I would normally. The boys loved Tripod Headstand. I had them work at the wall, and they decided they didn't want to try it at the wall the second time, and both got almost fully extended on their own strength and balance on their second attempt. It was so cool to see—they were so proud of themselves. Handstand at the wall was much harder; one did get all the way up, while the other was fearful of it. It gave me a good opportunity to talk through being OK with one's abilities as they are right now.

Both boys love Crow/Crane, so we did some Crow and I showed them Side Crow, and they tried that as well. Their Crows were just absolutely effortless and lovely, and I could that tell it's their favorite asana. We closed class with a very short Savasana—it's all I can do to get them to be still, much less be still with their eyes and mouths closed. I think they might have shut their eyes for maybe 15 or 20 seconds, tops. But as they rolled their mats up, Bradley's mom peeked in and asked how class was, and Bradley responded with an enthusiastic "It was FUN!" and that was all I needed to hear to make the rest of my day.

Progress?

Ouch...I've tried Pincha Mayurasana (Forearm Balance) a bit too much...I have a scab on my left elbow. Gross, I know! But practicing in front of my bed was a good idea. It does allow you to feel the full wobble of this asana with some safety as you can't go fully over. But I am hellbent on nailing this asana, damn it! Will likely take me a while, but I'll get there. It's definitely a "power" pose, which makes it all the more interesting to me. I keep telling my trainer that I need more muscle, but I know that's not all it. There's a lot of belly involved as well, and although I'm working the abs regularly, it takes finesse and control to get arms, belly, and mind to work all together.

Other than trying Pincha Mayurasana and teaching my kids class yesterday, I've done no yoga since Thursday, and it really sucks. I've decided that I'm going to have to take next week off from yoga and cardio, otherwise, I'm never going to make any progress in the knee department. Since I've cut back, the knees have been feeling better, so I'm hoping a solid week of ice, ibuprofen, and being idle will clear up the inflammation enough for me to get on with my life. God, please, I PRAY it helps. I hate being so inactive! I can feel the pounds creeping on. Of course, martinis all weekend long doesn't help, but it was so gorgeous, who can blame a girl for wanting to kick back outside with her favorite libation...

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Forearm Fun

Yikes! Tried my first Pincha Mayurasana (Forearm Balance) this morning...fun and frightening all at the same time. Couldn't get my legs up without Dolly's assistance, and not completely flipping over is an art in itself. But this is an interesting and very challenging pose that I'd like to work at more. Given that I've got to give my knees a break, I'll be spending more time on the floor or upside down when possible.

Making Lemonade
Funny, I played with the Forearm Balance this morning, and instead of my usual Shoulderstand before Savasana, Dolly encouraged us to try Tripod Headstand if we'd like. I figured, hey, it's time to do something different, and so I gave it a try. I'm making progress engaging core and managed to get my legs all the way up, even though I was wobbly and Dolly helped stabilize me. Then I come home and check my email, and Greg L. has made a number of suggestions for practicing and not engaging my knees as much—working on muscular endurance by holding Plank, Side Plank, deep stretches on the floor, and he said, "You could do six weeks standing on your head"—and he's right! He gave me lots of ideas of how to make these lemons into lemonade...thank you Greg!

Perhaps this little knee thing isn't really a derailment, but as Dolly recently noted, a turn in a different direction. I suppose, in a way, I've become complacent in my practice, so I'm going to spend the next five weeks or so building upper body and core strength, on my mat and in the gym. I'm going to try to remember to work Tripod Headstand and Forearm Balances at home, in front of my bed, so if I start to fall, I can't really go all the way over. I think that will give me some reassurance without having a full wall behind me...it's too easy to get used to balancing against a wall. With nothing to rest my feet on when I'm upside down in front of my bed, I figure I can partially mimic the feeling without killing myself!

Monday, March 19, 2007

Yoga Notes

I was in a stationary store the other day and found the most adorable notepad by Bonnie's Style Press with her "Karma Karen" character on it, and "So much to do...but first YOGA." I snapped a pad up immediately, of course, and then started thinking about what other stationary might be out there for yoga enthusiasts who are also prolific letter writers.










Magnetic Yoga—OK...not stationary, but these magnets are supercute












Sunday, March 18, 2007

No Yoga, No Like!

It's been three days since my last practice and I already feel like an underachiever. This Patellofemoral crap really bites (for full details behind this, see my Aging Sucks blog). I'm trying to rest my knees on the weekends by not doing any yoga, lower body weight training, or serious cardio—of course, dancing til the wee hours last night didn't help. I already hate it, and I have at least a good four weeks of this ahead of me. I know I'm whining, but I feel like a lazy slug without a little yoga on the weekends.

I'm terrified that I'm going to regress in my yoga progress. I know it will come back, but while I'm resting, so are the pounds! I've gotten used to eating more since I've been so active, but I'm going to have to scale back on that as well, and that may well be the hardest part of all of this, given that I love food, love to eat, and thanks to my Greek heritage, I love to eat a lot of food at one sitting. I don't like the way I feel now, and since I saw the doc last week, I've had a busy weekend that required a lot of standing and walking, so this first weekend of rest was anything but. Which means my knees still hurt, and I'm not making any headway.

Yoga is all knees when you get right down to it.
I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to really modify my practice when yoga is practically all knee bending, weight-bearing postures: Crescent Lunge, the Warriors, Chair, Side Angle, and Eagle—yoga staples—are all awful for bad knees (if you've been told not to put weight on your bent knee). And even some floorwork like Lotus, Pigeon, Camel, and Hero can seriously aggravate inflamed or sensitive knees. So if my knees don't start to feel better with a modified practice, I'm afraid I'll have to stop completely for six weeks, which is about the shortest amount of time it takes to rehab Runner's Knee. I can't even fathom that.

If anyone out there has suggestions about dealing with Runner's Knee while trying to maintain a regular practice, I'm all ears!

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Yoga and Verbal Communication

I'm a Yoga Journal email newsletter subscriber, and every time my newsletter arrives, I'm always surprised at how many different aspects of yoga and related topics there are to cover. I'm thoroughly impressed not only by Yoga Journal, but also the magazine's email communications. All are well-written, insightful, and thought-provoking.

The March 2007 issue of Yoga Journal's "My Yoga Mentor" newsletter included a link to an article by Jason Crandell on The Art of Verbal Communication. For yoga teachers and teacher trainees, it's a must read. But briefly, this is my overview of Crandell's tips to "help make your instructional language alive and effective."

  1. Provide landmarks when you give instructions.
    Dolly has also told us this in training, and she uses it in every class. It's easier, especially when facing students, to cue them to "face the windows" or "pivot to face the mirrors." Of course, if all four walls look alike, this doesn't help—so in setting up your own studio, I suppose ensuring that there is something unique about each studio wall would be an important consideration.
  2. Learn your students' names—and use them.
    Using names keeps students engaged and in the present, and allows you to direct your instruction to a particular person, which is helpful when you are circulating amongst students in a large class.
  3. Pretend you're working with a translator, and allow space between your instructions.
    As students, we can all appreciate this. Give students a chance to process your instructions and move before giving the next cue. I hate it when I'm flowing through Sun Salutations and the teacher runs through so quickly each asana is barely accomplished, and with little integrity. Even in power classes, there can be a pause between cues and still keep a very demanding pace.
  4. Three is a magic number.
    An average of three instructions per pose gives students just enough direction. It keeps you from over-describing a posture, which can be confusing, and is a good rule of thumb if you tend to be chatty. Students need some silence to be able to focus on their breathing, alignment, and mental state. Yoga is often a real-world escape for some students, so ensure your class is an oasis of calm and resist the urge to talk the entire time you teach.
  5. Use images and metaphors (preferably your own).
    When giving instructions or describing movement, try to use vivid and meaningful language that is your own. Using your own feelings and imagery to bring yoga to life for your students differentiates you as an instructor, and feels natural because you're communicating as you normally do. Your students will always appreciate your sincerity and authenticity.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

It's Official: I'm a Yoga Teacher

I taught my first yoga class last Saturday. Sure, I'm teaching seven-to-ten-year-olds, but who I'm teaching is really inconsequential...that I'm teaching at all is beyond comprehension! A year ago, I wasn't even taking yoga classes. What a trip to be where I am so quickly.

My first class was small but fun. There were only three girls in class that day, but it worked out because it gave me the opportunity to do some adjustments and assists, which I think is important because although the kids' asanas don't have to be perfect, having a good foundation in yoga will hopefully set them on the right path for a fulfilling, lifelong practice.

Teaching yoga is hard! Seriously!
Teaching yoga is a lot harder than most people would think. I'm certain that with time, it will become second nature (at least I hope so), but for now, it is the ultimate multi-tasking endeavor. I spent quite a bit of time sequencing the class beforehand, and I'm glad I did because of course, initially, I couldn't remember a thing and was thankful for my notes. But even with my notes, timing holds while watching the girls to ensure I'd be there to help as needed was quite challenging. And—Dolly warned us about this—even the best laid plans will go astray. I was all set to do a big group circle to learn more about the kids and their favorite asanas, and get them more connected to each other, but three girls hardly make a circle! So, I had to scratch that idea, which added time back into my class. But I did manage to build in some impromptu elements which enabled me to complete the class, with Savasana, right on time. I think the key is being in tune with the vibe of the class. Dolly has also talked about this—and it is clearly something that experienced teachers excel in, but just being connected, watching for cues tells you where you need to go next. For example, after running the girls through several rounds of Sun Salutations and a couple standing postures, I knew they'd be winded, so I had already planned Child in the sequence. What I didn't consider was that their little wrists aren't accustomed to all those Down Dogs and Chaturangas...when I saw one girl shaking out her wrists, I decided to stop where we were to do some wrist exercises to relieve some of the pressure/soreness, and I think they were grateful for it. I learned a lot from that, and I'm sure I will learn a lot more in the days to come.

Counting My Blessings
I think some people may think teaching yoga to kids is easy and doesn't really "count." Sure, it is much easier to sequence a 45-minute class as opposed to a 90-minute class. And yes, it's a lot less serious. But it's also an awesome responsibility and learning experience. I'm not only shaping these kids' initial impressions of yoga, which could make or break the experience for them for life, I'm a role model to them—that little tidbit didn't occur to me until after I taught my first class and thought about my own impressions of adults when I was a child. That, for me is a really big deal, especially for the girls in my class. In this day and age, there is so much emphasis on external beauty and kids are forced into an adult world so quickly that I feel even more of a responsibility to deliver empowering, nurturing messages—the yoga postures are really the medium for the message. I have no idea what the girls think of me at this point, but I know what it is to love, love, love your teacher—to be so positively affected that their lessons permeate your life. I would never presume myself important or talented enough to have this kind of effect on one of my students. If I did, that would be absolutely tremendous—I just want to make sure that I don't do anything to negatively affect them or ruin yoga for them. If in some way, I could inspire the kids, make them feel good about themselves, and make them love yoga, that's really the icing on the cake.

Wish me luck...I need all that I can get!

Friday, March 9, 2007

Mudras in Christian Imagery

For Greeks and many Christians, this time of year—Lent—is a time for restraint, reverence, and reflection. In the 40 days leading up to Easter, Greeks practice fasting as a means of physical cleansing that also aids in our mental preparation for the holiest day of the year, that of the resurrection of Christ. Many of our restraints are similar to the yamas (ethical restraints) of yoga, and during Lent—ahimsa (non-harming) and bramacharya (chastity), are especially important.

As a Greek Orthodox Christian, this is a time to be pure of heart, mind, and action. During Lent, I always find myself more attuned to my innermost thoughts—the regular fasting brings thoughts about my religion, my own beliefs, my actions, other religions, the afterlife, and related topics to the forefront. Lately, I've been thinking a lot about hand mudras, and while searching for images of mudras, discovered quite a bit about my own religion in the process. Since we are in the midst of Lent, I thought it a perfect time to point out, especially for those Christians who feel conflicted about the yoga/Hinduism connection, that Hinduism, mudras, and yoga aren’t as far from Christianity as one might think.

Christian Imagery and Mudras
I’ve spent my entire life as a practicing Greek Orthodox Christian. Greek churches are breathtakingly beautiful houses of worship that are decorated with ornate carvings and Byzantine-style paintings. I’ve been looking at Byzantine imagery of Christ, the Virgin Mary, and various other angels and saints for as long as I can remember—but it wasn’t until I began practicing yoga and learning about mudras that it my eyes registered what I’ve been seeing all these years.

Prithvi Mudra
Mudras have been depicted not only in Buddhist/Hindu imagery for centuries, but in Christian as well. Christ is often painted with His right hand in prithvi mudra, in which the tips of the thumb and ring finger are joined. Prithvi mudra is said to provide stability and cure weaknesses of the body and mind.


Icons of Christ and Saint Nicholas with hands in prithvi mudra.

Another interesting realization I had is that occurrences of prithvi mudra aren't limited to Byzantine religious icons alone. To this very day, Greek Orthodox priests often hold the fingers of their right hand in prithvi mudra while making the sign of the cross during a spoken blessing, say over a meal. Prithvi mudra is also known as the Sign of Benediction or Blessing.

Pran Mudra
There are also depictions of Christ with His right hand in pran mudra (little finger and ring finger connect with the thumb), which is said to increase vitality and protect the body against disease. Of course, one can hardly avoid the most obvious mudra in Chrsitian imagery—anjali mudra—Christ with prayer hands at heart center. I don’t know about what others think of all this, but I am completely and utterly fascinated by it. Because this is yet another common thread linking Christianity, Hinduism, and Buddhism—three belief systems that I am increasingly intrigued by as I learn more about them.

Some final thoughts: I've written this before, but I have to write it again. I'm completely blown away by the fact that the more I study yoga, Buddhism, and Hinduism, the more apparent it becomes that in life, everything is connected in the most divine and mysterious way. Think me a kook if you'd like, but I tell you that the more I seek knowledge, the more it comes to me—even when the questions haven't yet formed in my head, the answers are appearing everywhere—in my own research, through the exchange of information with others, through happenstance and circumstance. Maybe it's the Law of Attraction, or maybe I'm finally waking up. Whatever it is, in the words of Oprah, what I know for sure is there more to this world than meets the eye. There is some wisdom well beyond us, and all our religions and beliefs and numbers are just bits and pieces of the puzzle.

Curious?
If your interest in mudras and the commonalities in Christianity and other religions is piqued, there's some very interesting writing out there on mudras, the similarities between Christianity and Buddhism, the ancient Indian/Greek relationship, symbolism, and more. I encourage you to do your own reading and exploration—but definitely check out these sources out:

Thursday, March 8, 2007

This is Your Brain on Yoga

I've had a hell of a week. It's just been up one day, down the next. Happy to see my best friend and her baby, not so happy with my work situation. Days of being scolded followed by days of smiles, followed by more B.S. Superbusy, and in the meantime, for the first time in months, because of one reason or another, I haven't practiced yoga since a week ago today. Practiced this morning with Dolly, and the day just went better. I think I'm on to something.

On the way home from dinner out, it dawned on me that this week that I haven't practiced has really been awful. Granted, there were some things that happened this week that exacerbated the situation, but deep down, on top of all of it, I've been agitated by not being able to practice, I'm missing the calm that floods me after Dolly's classes, and I've noticed that my ability to cope with reality in a kind and patient way has fully escaped me. I've been unforgiving, depressed, volatile, and short-tempered. As I said, there have been some seriously trying things that have happened, but I just feel so much more on edge—and there has been nothing to temper this.

This is your brain on yoga: introspective, forgiving, thoughtful, nonharming, and open. Your brain off yoga: impatient, judgmental, agitated, selfish, and isolated. I think even if I had done a couple 30-minute practices at home, I would have seen a difference in my reaction to the not-so-pleasant developments of this week. I do recognize that I am truly blessed, and that what I am calling a bad week is really no where near the realm of bad when compared to the trials and tribulations of others. But still, it wasn't fun, and I can see that without yoga, I'm not the newer, nicer, more patient me. I'm cranky me, and you can probably feel my wrath from 20 feet away, blindfolded and wearing earplugs. I feel retaliatory, angry, resentful, and really, like I'm 15 again. Not pretty and certainly not healthy.

So where am I going with this? This is a realization. Yoga reverberates in me on every level. I'm sure there are probably many people who can identify with this, but since this is the first time I've gone a week without yoga since I began practicing, it's the first time I've witnessed the dramatic shift in my mindset. And in just seven days. That is crazy.

So I'm glad to be back in class, glad to have an outlet, glad for the realization that yoga really does make me a better person. If only I could convince the world that my yoga practice should come first, for the sake of everyone's well-being...

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Facing My Fear

Some very interesting things have been happening in my life lately, many uncanny coincidences and awakenings, some I have written about, some I haven't. What's interesting to me is this: yoga has been the conduit.

How is that? How is it that a physical practice like yoga can manifest itself in every facet of my life?

Yoga shakes things up.
Yoga postures, the asanas, are designed to prepare the body for pranayama (breath/breathing) and dhyana, meditation. I'm just now able to even begin focusing more on coordinating breath and movement, and although I've tried, I haven't gotten myself into a regular meditation practice yet. So I don't think some of the very profound lessons I am learning are coming from the stillness of my mind. There is something about the openings in the body that yoga creates, openings that reach the very core of you, so that even cursory attention to the yamas and niyamas plants a seed—then suddenly, you are evolving physically, mentally, and spiritually like never before. I feel like a girl in a snowglobe...some great hand has reached down from the heavens and has begun shaking my little world up and things are flying all around me, and as they begin to settle, only now am I able to truly see. With this new clarity, I can see what I am, what I want to be, that there's a whole other world out there, and that fear has been a part of my life for way too long.

I doubt many people would perceive me as fearful—even I didn't consider fear to be an obstacle in my life until I realized that I didn't call it fear, I called it pickiness or being set in my ways. But the root of not being where I want to be is fear. I'm afraid to change careers and leave the safety of my regular paycheck, hours, and benefits for a shot in the dark. I'm afraid I will fail, even though I've really never failed at anything I've set out to accomplish in my entire life. I'm afraid of looking like an idiot in front of a group of people. So despite the fact that in my heart, I know I need to do something where I call the shots and I provide creative direction, I am stuck in a place where my personality is not really appreciated or appropriate, and I must resign myself to accepting this and sacrificing true contentment, or taking action to change it.

Yoga somehow channels serendipity.
Ironically, even though awareness of my fear has heightened considerably in the last couple months, an interesting chain of events happened today that really got my attention. First, I go to my pre-dawn yoga class this morning, although I had originally planned to sleep in since Dolly would not be teaching today. I found out, however, that Greg, my fellow yoga-teacher-in-training would be subbing the class, and I decided to go in order to support him. I'm terrifically glad I went because there were only four of us in class, and only two of us stayed til the end (since Dolly has a cult following, people bail when she's not there). So I was glad to be a body there for Greg to teach since he made the effort to prepare a sequence and come teach at a very early hour. I was also glad to be there because Greg's lesson for the class was about facing your fears and taking action to move through them. He did an amazing job teaching, and told a story about how forcing himself to do the uncomfortable thing, the thing he's afraid of (like subbing for Dolly, the Queen, as he put it—lovingly, of course!) is the only way to grow, and that doing this can yield very positive results.

After our first yoga teacher training module in January, Greg decided to get on a list of substitute yoga teachers, for the occasional teaching experience. It just so happened that very shortly thereafter, Greg was offered a regular class to teach once a week, and he accepted, and I think he's taught maybe two or three classes. Then Dolly asked him to sub her class, and so in the space of about a month, Greg has gone from yoga student with no teaching experience, to subbing the very class he used to take! All because he put himself on the line, despite his fear and inexperience. He's going to be a great yoga teacher. We did some things today I've never done before—proof that something can be gleaned even from the newest teacher on the block.

Yoga doesn't deflect nasty emails, but helps you cope.
I left class feeling good, feeling inspired, went home and logged on to work just in time to read a pretty volatile email from my boss with some nice BOLD RED ALL CAPS text to show how she's really feeling about me and my opinions. And about two emails later, a coworker launches into a diatribe about how I need to watch what I say in meetings in order not to sound condescending to the people on our team who do support work. I can't recall saying anything that would have made those people feel bad—I had only said that I am not interested in doing support work as it is not my thing. I've dealt with this before. Often, though I have no intention of sounding condescending, demanding, or argumentative, my voice and tone and personality come across that way. Needless to say, I spent the rest of the morning seething, but immersed myself fully in work assignments in order to keep from thinking about those emails.

Around noon I decided to take a break and walk my dog since it was supposed to rain in the afternoon when I usually walk him. I put on my hat, grab my iPod, and the battery is dead. Excellent, I'm thinking. I'll never escape my mind. As I stepped outside, it started to drizzle. I'm not kidding. Aggravated but not deterred, we walked. With each step, and nothing to distract my mind, I felt myself getting more angry about the emails, my job, feeling stuck, all of it. About five minutes into the walk, The Law of Attraction popped into my head. So I thought, I'm not going to sit here and stew about how my life sucks and work sucks and people suck. Because If I spend my energy on negativity, nothing good will come out of it. I changed my thoughts to I want an opportunity, I need an opportunity, that's all I need to begin moving to a better place. For a few more steps, I thought opportunity, opportunity, opportunity. And then I didn't think of work or opportunities again...until...my brother calls me around mid-afternoon.

Why is he calling? Long story short: He knows someone who might be looking for a yoga teacher for a new school that is currently under construction. He told her about me and wanted to give me her info so I could get in touch with her. No sooner than I had thought opportunity, it comes a-callin'. It was just downright freaky, given Greg's class in the morning and my Law of Attraction moment in the afternoon.

I don't know what will happen with this opportunity, but I did email the woman (who happens to have the same last name as me), so I am taking action. I asked for the opportunity, right? The only way to progress is to face my fears. Do I need to teach? No. Could this be my catalyst? Possibly. She might actually want me to teach. And the only way I'll ever know if it is right for me is to do it.