What up TSPeeps? Hope you all had a wonderful weekend. Mine was pretty awesome. Saw a movie – Sausage Party, it’s what you would expect it to be, hung out with some of my oldest and dearest friends (so basically we cry laughed the entire night) and then went to a teacher appreciation beach party yesterday. First off, the fact that management at the studio I teach, Yoga Six, threw us a party with Lou Malnati’s pizza and cold beers just for the hell of it, is pretty bad ass. I feel incredibly fortunate to be part of such a great team of people and teachers. Now, this may come as a shock for those that know me, but occasionally I get the old case of social anxiety. Being that this was my first time hanging out with the entire Y6 gang, I was naturally a little nervous for no particular reason, except anyone that ever gets bouts of anxiety knows the feeling of nervous thoughts and internal questions and what if I say something questionable (which there’s a 93% chance of that happening – but often laughable) running through your mind. Best feeling in the world, am I right? Not. Over the past couple of years, I have worked diligently to get it under control, but it has a sneaky way of showing it’s annoying little face here and there. Well, the moment I walked up, saw some familiar faces, said hello and grabbed an adult beverage, any ounce of lingering anxiety disappeared. Poof! You’d think if I can speak in front of 40,000 people, a group of twenty would be a breeze. In any case, the evening kept getting better from there. Tons of laughs, got to visit and get to know other teachers and catch up with some I see more regularly. Eventually, we hopped in the lake to do SUP, stand up paddle board. Holy crap, it’s so fun and so hilarious when you fall in because you try so hard not to. If you get a chance before the weather turns, check it out – it’s a blast. I fell in a good three times and then when it came time to do yoga on a paddle board, well that’s another story. Yoga alone on a paddle board for the first time is hard, but yoga on a paddle board for the first time with a bathing suit on? My internal dialogue sounded a bit like this:
“Crow pose? On a board? What kind of injuries can happen to me here?”
“Wow! This down dog feels amazing…wait, I didn’t realize there were a bunch of people on the pier BEHIND me.”
“It’s true, SUP yoga is magical”
“Please don’t let my boob fall out. Did it just fall out?”
“This is heaven.”
“How’s everyone else doing? Anyone fall in yet?”
“Why do I keep floating into my neighbor?”
“Wowwwww, the sky is amaaaazzzzing!”
It was such a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions going on. It was freaking incredible. Granted at times I was laughing pretty hard when I should have been trying harder to concentrate, I had a blast and want to do it again right this second. It was the most challenging yoga class I have ever taken. Our co-yogi and SUP yoga instructor put it perfectly into perspective, “it’s very humbling”, she said. Indeed it is. Poses I could do sleep walking and after a bottle of vino, I felt like I was doing for the first time ever. It makes you think what happens when you add an element of change to something you are so used to doing. Plus, it was a summer bucket list item…check!
Something else happened while I was in Savasana, the final pose of yoga where you lay down and tune in. Well, I couldn’t totally tune in because I saw this beautiful Indian mother and daughter duo enjoying their evening on the pier. I couldn’t stop watching them because well, I don’t get to do that with my mom, so I like to admire the time I see other mothers and daughters having. They’re lucky. They asked an older gentleman to take their photo, which he happily obliged. After he walked away, the mother ran after him with something in her hands for him. I thought he had dropped his keys, and I thought, “wow, he’s freaking lucky, that would suck to get all the way home from the lake and not have those.” Again, not exactly tuning in. But then I realized it wasn’t a set of keys, it was a gift. I watched and listened as the man was so grateful and curious to what it was, which it sounded like something along the lines of good fortune and luck by way of India. You can tell he wanted to hug her, but he didn’t. I watched as he walked away admiring his new treasure given to him by a complete stranger. It was the best savasana I ever had. Watching kindness transferred from one person to another. It was really beautiful.
My point with all this story telling is that at the end of the day, I was thinking to myself how lucky I am to be where I am professionally and with such a profound group of individuals. Add in a stunning sunset, a killer view of the Chicago skyline and beautiful memory of an exchange between two strangers and I’m really feeling the luck. I’ve been teaching for almost seven years and in this nomadic profession it can sometimes seem difficult to find the right “fit”. It’s fair to say that since my time at Arlington Park, where I would always say to myself and my dad, “I’m so lucky!”, that I can say that again now. And for as long as I can remember, anytime I profess how lucky I feel in my work life my dad always says the same thing, “luck is the residue of hard work”. Just one of his many Knife-isms. Listen, I’m happy to work hard as hell if the residue is also happiness. Totally down with that. Go get em this week, TSPeeps!
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