Back when I was doing the 9-to-6 thing, Fridays were a relief and Mondays a drag. Since I started teaching Jivamukti yoga, everyday feels like a day I choose, even days when I end up teaching a bad class. I used to get extremely worked up if I end a class unsatisfied by the way I taught it, or if it was a day I stuttered a lot. I cannot figure out why I have days like that though. Could it be instant throat chakra block? Anyhow, now I am learning to practice what I preach (I really prefer the word teach though): Inhale let, exhale go.
I look at my schedule on a day-to-day basis. Even though my regular classes recur in the exact same times, I just don't want to miss out a class I am supposed to sub for another teacher. I realize despite teaching what seems like a whole lot of classes, I really still do have the energy for self-practice or to take a class. And I certainly still have lots of time. I guess it feels as though I have a lot of time because everything that I do is everything that I love. It's probably not a secret that Jivamukti classes require preparation time. I've been spending a lot of time reading and exploring themes I want to talk about, yet it doesn't feel like work. Yes, it feels like I'm not working at all. So this Friday, I have two classes to teach and I'm done with one. In my mind, I wanted to maybe watch a mindless movie and eat potato chips. Then I remembered the last time I did that. I watched America's Next Top Model and I can't believe I watched seasons of that show. What did I find so entertaining then? So here I am, sitting by the poolside, reading commentaries of the yoga sutras. And this is fun. And I'm happy about the choices I made. Thank God It's Friday (or Saturday, or Sunday, or Monday, or Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday)! If you don't feel the same way, don't hate me. Quit your job. Do what you love! Peace.
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