Yoga agrees on this point – that if you don't learn it the first time, that's ok. You'll get the lesson again. And again.
I have shied away from teaching yoga, in part because I did not feel worthy. For years I attributed this to the Hero's Journey, my reticence to stepping into that role. Who am I? What do I have to offer? A refusal of the call, followed by heeding the call, followed by a return home, changed, lesson learned.
It was not until cambio opened that I decided to step publicly into the role of teacher.
And for years I don't think I had much to teach, because I had not been open to learning. I was operating from a high place, a pedestal, a seat of accomplishment, having done all of the things just right. I was pompous and overconfident, while simultaneously feeling (secretly) unworthy.
Classic imposter syndrome.
I measured my success by counting pats on the back, likes on Facebook, repeat students fawning over me. I was the person in the tight pants, the self-righteous vegan diet, the green smoothies in jars, the mala bead jewelry. And then, I fell from grace. I lost friends and respect – yours and my own.
I burned my life down.
Infertility taught me many things (including and most importantly that I am not, in fact, infertile). My body is not broken – it is on my team – most days it is the captain of my team. It is telling me important information, trying at self-preservation when my mind and spirit run into their self-destructive tendencies.
And so I'm writing to tell you what I have learned on this hero's journey, awash in the sea of the reality of life.
Addiction is no fucking joke, and it is not welcome in the life raft of my joy room. It is not welcome in my body. Only good things are allowed in.
And good things must be let in.
External validation is no substitute for the nutrition that can only come from self-worth.
My starving body has told me this – maybe yours has told you, too?
I have spent so much time apologizing for existing, for not meeting your expectations, for needing anything at all from you. For running on your validation, with which I have sustained myself rather than seeking true sustenance.
I have found my voice, and know my truth. I used to apologize for it.
I am a writer - an anthropologist.
I am ready to graduate.
On Wednesday, I will lead my final class at cambio., and I like to think of this moment as a graduation – a diploma I have earned, having learned so many lessons.
Join me, if you can.
Om bolo satguru bhagavan ki.