“Bold” was not a word used to describe me when I was younger. Shy, sensitive, and cooperative were the top descriptors for my first decade or so of life. Boldness has only recently become a greater aspect of my authentic self as I’ve weaseled my way into adulthood. I value authenticity, and think that in
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I would never have considered myself someone who had strong female friendships growing up. In fact, there was always something that left me feeling a bit of an outsider when it came to my female peers. Because of this I have worked intentionally in my adult life to cultivate meaningful relationships with women around me.
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A new city, a new job, a new living situation, and last but not least… a new yoga studio. If you’ve ever moved cities, you’ve been through this before. At first, things are really exciting as you tread new streets in search of your favorite local spots, meet fresh new faces, and consider the possibilities
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When I examine my history with goals, I realize a couple of things… Turns out, I have had very few intentionally stated goals. Mr. Basketball…check. Open a youth center in East Timor…check. Publish a book…check. I wonder if this is because I – like most people – prefer to avoid putting them down onto paper,
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I’m not a very ‘good yogi’. (And here I use both ‘good’ and ‘yogi’ pretty damn liberally.) For instance… I’m a little too attached to worldly possessions – I’ve lost two pairs of Prada sunglasses in the last two months and their loss has effected me deeply. If you’ve seen them, for Gods’ sakes PLEASE
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For most of my life, I have been a notoriously angry S.O.B. At age 27, I actually started fighting in the cage in order to have a healthier outlet for my rage. The other day, a student asked me, “How do you deal with your anger these days?” Short of stepping into the octagon, this
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I saw my dad a few months ago for the first time in 11 years. Before that it had been 13 years. We spent most of our time silent, using our tongues less than our ears—turns out you can’t catch up on 35 years. The day passed in a very manly—and pleasant—Midwestern way. We lifted
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I turned 35 last week, and I’m pretty sure I’m having a mid-life crisis… Only, so far as the first (presumed) half of my life was dominated by rascality, and slightly above-average — but wholly appropriate — delinquency (a prolonged stint of what a geezer or two might still call ballyhoo) my mid-life crisis has
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Sexuality is an interesting topic to teach on, especially in a public yoga class. Sweat pouring down sculpted, scantily clad bodies—heat and humidity, breath and energy warming us “from the inside out”—well, you get it. But as it’s one of very few topics that I have explored extensively, the honor fell to me naturally to
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