This weekend has been very busy. Good busy. The kind of busy you hope for when you start your own business and want to live doing what you love: inspiring people to be the happiest version of themselves.
But sometimes you get caught up in the turmoil, the excitement, the stress, the pressure to deliver and reach expectations (your own especially) and sometimes, you lose touch with the meaning of it all.
It happened to me on Saturday. We were hosting a beautiful event for Yuhme. For this we were sponsored by Yogish Collective, who generously provided gorgeous mats and a stunning one piece for me to wear. At the end of the class, Janis, our photographer took some shots of Henriette and me. We figured we always take pics of everyone else but us. Later that day as I was working on the class I would be holding the following day, when Henriette sent me one of the pictures, asking if it was ok to post in our social media channels.
My first reaction was to scrutinize the picture around my belly area. My soft spot. Literarily. I immediately rejected it, feeling way too self-conscious about myself. (Just for the record, I know I am not fat. But no one chooses their complex, right?)
Later on, it hit me… what was I doing?
Didn’t I love myself just the way I am? Who was I to preach to people about self-love and all that jazz and later on censure my own body? I felt really bad about it. Guilty as charged.
The following day, as we hosted our second event of the weekend with The Yoga Story, I listened to our dear Life Coach Sandra Aggemo asking if we had anything we wanted to share with the group, anything we wanted to work on. I suddenly realized I had to speak up. I had to let it out because a fault confessed is half redressed, right? Because I realized there was something that bothered me more than my belly on that picture, it was the idea that I could come across as fake and hypocritical.
Today, before starting on this post I stumbled upon an article in Le Monde (in french) about the whole Yoga buzz and the fact that it is so trendy that it has completely lost its meaning somehow. It really resonated with me and what had happened this weekend. Every time I teach I hope to touch people one way or another, I hope they take something with them home. But I cannot forget that every time I teach, I learn something in return.
By: Mo Oléron / Photo cred: Janis Saulis