mindfulness

19 Months Later...

It’s been over a year and a half since I wrote one of these “long form” blog pieces (although you could probably argue that some of my Instagram captions teeter on being long enough to be considered blogs) and truly, I didn’t really think I’d want to come back to this format.

You see, it sort of became common knowledge that blogging was dead. Our brains are out of shape when it comes to reading things longer than 140 characters or an IG caption. So why write long form if nobody is going to read it?

Well, because the RIGHT people are going to read it. It occurred to me that I still enjoy reading longer, thought provoking pieces of writing. And the people I want as my audience and clients are like me.

One point for returning to blogging.

Secondly, I have too much to say for Instagram (and I despise Twitter). I often want to talk about much more than is appropriate for a caption. Plus, if my audience is like me, they’re mostly there for photos anyway. Having a platform and space to share my knowledge and thoughts - another point for blogging.

Finally, and most importantly from a business standpoint, I don’t own any of my FB or IG content. And you don’t own yours either. Remember when IG went down for the day? What if it stayed down forever? Every single thing you’ve ever posted would be completely GONE. Your followers (aka audience) would be gone. What would you do then?

I hadn’t fully thought through this until I listened to an episode of Maestro on The Mic, the podcast from The Movement Maestro, with Jill Coleman. They get into this a little, but they also talk generally about diversifying. Social media platforms are great (they’re free, they’re easy) but they only go so far. You need other avenues - an e-mail list (I’ve got one, are you on it?) and some form of your own content (audio, written, or visual) that lives off of social media. And since I don’t understand YouTube and think there are plenty of great podcasts out already - blogging is where I live for now.

3 points for blogging. So welcome (or welcome back) to the blog!

The content will be drastically different than it used to be (but the old content lives on, for shits and giggles). The Spiritual Badass Blog tackles topics on mindfulness, movement, and where they intersect. It’s for athletes, students, teachers, and those who want to learn more about their mind, their body, and the connection between the two. It will keep you up to date with classes, workshops, and offerings - both in person (found here on my schedule and retreats pages) and online (found on The Spiritual Badass Academy website). It may resonate with you and it may really piss you off. Both are good. And if you’re still reading, there’s a good chance this blog is for you!

So thank you - let’s do this!

Off the Mat - The Space Between

We are a generation of schedulers. 6:30AM teach yoga here, 9AM meeting here, 12PM teach again here, and so on and so forth. We move from one event, one person, one activity to the other. And we move without thinking. 

Sometimes we even move from place to place without realizing how we got there. You've experienced the sensation of driving to somewhere, getting there, and not really realizing how we got there or remembering the drive to get there. 

Our mind wanders during transitional times. We wander to past events or to what's happening in the future. Sometimes we wander days, weeks, months in advance.

This week, on our mat, we practice staying present through the transition. Making the spaces between the postures just as mindful and purposeful as the postures themselves.

Can you take that off of the mat with you? Can you purposefully use your time between your "things"? Sit down and mindfully enjoy the space? Take a different route driving and actually look at the scenery? Stay focused during interactions and conversations, even if they are short and in passing?

This week I honor the space between.

What I'm Into Wednesday - The Freak the F Out Edition

We all have those days (or weeks, or months, or minutes - it really doesn't matter the length of time) where all you want to do is panic and scream. It could be for a variety of reasons, big or small: someone cuts you off on the freeway, your significant other gives you a weird vibe, your dog eats your shoe. 

None of those were my catalyst. Instead, Monday morning I woke up to an email from my bank saying my account was overdrawn. By a lot. I've never, ever, overdrafted my account. Ever. I freaked out. Turns out, instead of scheduling a deposit from one financial institution to my bank, my financial adviser had accidentally scheduled a withdrawal. Whoops. Big whoops. Especially when he told me they couldn't fix it for three or four days. And, you know, the first of the month is coming up. Where things like the mortgage payment and rent get taken out of that same (already overdrawn) account.

I kept my cool with him, as even though it was his mistake losing my shit on him wouldn't change anything. And I was left figuring out how to rearrange things to get by for a few days. The minutiae, the details, were not a big deal. I know they are temporary and that it will all be resolved. But the aftershock of the reality of the situation kicked in: I'm not where I want to be financially. I'm vulnerable and living on the edge of needing paychecks and autodrafts to all fall perfectly on the right days or else I'm screwed. I know I'm not the only one there but this freaked me out. 

What am I doing? How am I going to make this work? Should I even be trying to create this business and life? Should I go back to my 9-5? All of the self doubt and the questioning and the panic grew really, really loud. 

So this weeks What I'm Into Wednesday is dedicated to the things that bring me back from the edge. That help me to tell myself that I'm okay, that I'm doing okay, and that it will be okay.

Have you ever been in one of these "on the edge of losing it" moments? What helps you?

LP

See

One of my favorite books of all time is called the War of Art by Steven Pressfield. It's all about resistance. Resistance is that force that tries to keep you from doing what you are made to do, what you know in your heart is your calling. Resistance shows up all the time, in many ways. It's questioning friends and family, it's procrastination, it's self doubt. And it gets louder and louder as you get closer and closer to that ultimate goal that it's keeping you from. And as it get's louder it pushes you harder and harder to quit. It has a thousand reasons why you should just give up. This moment was all resistance in my face. Re-reading that book has saved me many, many times. 

Do

It's impossible to be creative and motivated and passionate when you're coming from a place of fear. Sometimes you just need to get out of your own head, away from your work, and give yourself space to be present and to enjoy something, anything. Tomorrow I'm taking the day off and going to LA with my friend Amanda. We're going to hike, get a massage, go to a bookstore, and drink good coffee. And it's going to be amazing. A day off and a day away. It's not selfish, it's necessary. 

Hear

MUSIC! Ah, how it heals. My favorite jam of this week? Soldier of Love by Sade. It's just so good, groovy, soulful. Digging it. Did you know you can follow me on Spotify?

Smell

This Saturday we took our Spirit Yoga teacher trainees to the Self Realization Fellowship in Encinitas to visit and spend time in the meditation gardens. This is another space where the rain we've been getting is magical. The flowers, the greenery. Gorgeous and smelled so good! If you haven't been, it's a perfect space to find a bench and meditate or journal. I spent my time journaling about this idea of being a mindful badass

Taste

Nothing fixes a sour mood faster than a cheese board and some chocolate. A much needed date night happened on Monday night. We created a charcuterie plate complete with too much cheese (never too much) as well as all the accompaniments and headed on a walk to Bird Park to watch the sunset and snack. My favorites? Trader Joe's mushroom brie and pesto gouda and the dark chocolate coconut almonds. Heaven.