This isn’t a yoga related blog per say (or at least, what it ended up as isn’t, even though the concept totally was), but I am writing it in half-pidgeon, so I’m going to count it.
So I pitched this awesome idea today to the Director at my job, and the core idea isn’t exactly super important to this blog post, really, but basically it would involve talking to the local high-school about how awesome the city we live in is. It’s an idea I’ve actually had floating around in my head for a little while now. It’s also an idea that no one else understands my excitement about.
Anyways, the Director and I chitchatted about it, and he said he’d like to see me flesh it out a little more and come back, and then he said something along the lines of is this one of your life goals? and I honestly answered, yes.
I’d like to explain that answer a little.
Like most 20-somethings, the questions what do you what to do with your life? Where do you see yourself in five years? and especially what are you going to do with that Art degree? fill me with an emotion somewhere between the urge to cry and the urge to run away. As a coping method, I came up with a list in college of things I would like to accomplish in my life that I felt would contribute to my eventual career. The career part I envisioned less as a concrete job, but more of a sort of vague and misty shape made out of projects that I accomplished over a long period of time.
See? There’s my Art degree in action. My life is a series of projects. Kind of like a career oriented bucket list. Or a to-do list. Or something.
Some of these projects were a little… less well thought out that others. Some of these projects aren’t actually projects.
Nevertheless, here’s the list. I starred the ones I’ve already completed.
-Give a lecture as a guest speaker at both of my alma maters.
-Record a CD or DVD.
-Publish a thesis or dissertation.*
-Publish a creative novel or compilation of works.
-Host a gallery show.*
-Lead a special project.*
-Organize and host a big workshop of some kind.
-Have to travel a long distance for an important business meeting.
-Attend a conference as a pivotal speaker.
-Be invited to an interview for a news source.*
-Attend jury duty.
Hilariously, this list was written when I was still pretty convinced I could make it as an intellectual writer slash artist who was mostly a recluse and also a millionaire and also possibly a rockstar slash supermodel.
The question of what or who I want to be is still terrifying to me, because half the time I have too many options, and half the time I just want to be me, doing what I’m doing. However, silly as it is, the list keeps me going. It gives me direction, vague as it is.
It’s open enough to allow for experimentation, and ambitious enough to keep pushing me forward.
I’ve already crossed off four of the things on this list, and hopefully with the next three months, I’ll be able to cross off two more (no, I’m not telling you which two. You have to guess.)
I guess my moral is that you don’t always have to have an end goal to keep moving forward.
Blessed are the flexible, for they never get bent out of shape.
There. I knew I’d bring it back around to yoga.
P.S. – Am I the only one who thinks the concept of jury duty is really exciting??
I just got off a long catering shift, internet, so I’m going to keep it short and sweet.
I have a serious love-hate relationship with catering.
Things I love:
The feeling of accomplishment when you pack wayyy too many things into a teeny-tiny van.
Interacting with awesome people.
Seeing a variety of cool locations.
My awesome, awesome coworkers.
The fast paced environment.
When clients are genuinely grateful for our work.
Things I dislike about catering:
Being treated like I’m either invisible or like I’m scum.
The assumption that I’m catering because I’m uneducated and because I don’t have other options.
Taking out the trash.
Trying to keep my white shirt white. Really? Make me put on a white shirt to pour this red wine? Okayyy….
I feel like catering gives you a different perspective on people – specifically, how people treat others and why it’s important. It’s funny how the littlest nuance can change how a client perceives my service – from eye contact, to whether or not our fingers touch as I hold out their wine. It’s also funny how you can almost never tell who’s going to be a jackass before they open their mouths.
I guess the moral of the story here is yes, the catering staff do notice if you can’t take the extra two steps to throw out your plate, yes, it’s annoying when you order a wine and resume your conversation and make me stand there like an idiot waiting for you to notice me, and yes, a simple smile really can change my entire day.
So I’ve been teaching yoga on and off now for about two and a half years, and I’ve recently come to several conclusions about teaching. The first and most important is that learning how to teach yoga is the best thing that I ever could have done for myself. Secondly, teaching yoga is the bomb-diggity. Thirdly, most people fail to grasp what it is, exactly, that I do. I told someone once that being a yoga instructor is kind of like if Dumbledore also taught people how to take care of their bodies through interpretive dance, but they either didn’t get the reference or the metaphor got away from me.
I get the added benefit of teaching yoga with my mom at her studio. This is especially awesome because I can ask her yoga and anatomy questions at absurd hours, because we’ve also dragged my dad down the yoga hole, and because wearing yoga pants at all times is completely acceptable.
1. Teaching yoga taught me how to care about other people.
That makes me sound like a terrible person, so I’ll rephrase slightly. Teaching yoga made me want to see strangers succeed. This started out as me seeing their success as a measure of how good of a teacher I was, but now I truly get a kick out of watching my students start to master poses that used to intimidate them.
2. It taught me how to motivate myself.
In order to teach yoga, you actually have to do yoga. This is self-explainatory. However, just because I teach exercise doesn’t mean I like to exercise. I find it as hard to drag myself down to the studio as the next girl, especially when it’s nice out or there’s a new episode of How I Met your Mother on. Teaching yoga made me realize that the more I practiced myself, the better I was at teaching.
3. It makes me more confident and more eloquent.
For a writer (or perhaps because I’m a writer) I trip over my speech a lot. I rely a lot on hand gestures, body language, sound effects, and nonsense words, I mumble, and I mispronounce things in practically every sentence I make in casual conversation.When I teach yoga, I actually have to make some sense. It’s been an uphill battle, but every once in a while I even manage a word or two.
So what can we learn from this, internet, besides that yoga is awesome? That there are hidden benefits to every job you really take on. Whoa, right? Who knew that that 12 hour shift at McD’s was actually good for you?
Jokes aside, making a list of the things I like about the jobs I work has made those tasks – however mundane – seem a little better, brighter, and worthwhile.
Try it out and tell me how it works for you!