Square 111. #crochetasquareaday
Square 111. #crochetasquareaday
• I’m done with my training. Big surprise that it was as anticlimatic as opening a loaf of bread to make a sandwich. Even if I didn’t see myself as a teacher when I started, that’s exactly what I am. I may have layered on some snazzy fixings, but the foundation was always there.
• I have not thanked Tres enough for never wavering in his belief in me. He saw what I was even when I stop seeing myself.
• Like a lot of people, I came into this thinking the training and the time would build me up. It’s a belief system that is causing me a bit of frustration. For example, the class I adopted this morning is struggling to accept my style. The previous instructor realized it was a goose egg with only a couple who does their own thing and a third who when he shows mitigates most power struggles. Claiming she was dropping it due to pregnancy demands, she kept the more popular Thursday class. More people, more harmonious. I see what she’s doing. She has decided to give me feedback about the class she hears from the couple. They say they want me to move faster. I know them. They do this to every instructor. They play the special snowflake card, coming in late, even halfway through the class, and generally annoying the other members so they won’t come back. Today was was a new low. They did there usual baloney, but I kept adapting. In the end I was trying to offer them meditation, the husband got up to ask, in broken English, how long I had been teaching. When I explained that I have been doing this for years he changed tack, claiming that I am speaking and moving too fast for him to understand. Then he decided to show me his proper home meditation.
• I left frustrated. I went on to my next class to sub a discipline I don’t normally teach. My new supervisor talked up my abilities and they teased that maybe I would be nicer and easier. They were great. They respected my input, their own wisdom and we had a great time. It goes to show that my supervisor laid a positive, supportive foundation and that I did not disappoint their expectations.
• I’m still me. I’m still the lady that was a student along side Mr. and Mrs. Snowflake six years ago. I’m still the teacher who encourages you to try every pose even if I can’t do them all either. Neither having extra letters in my signature nor did spending time and money made me a teacher. I’m better for investing in myself, but that means nothing if you don’t believe in it or me.
• I’ll live if they don’t. I have people that do, including me.
New Mantra: I am one… With my couch. Inspired by my unconscious decision to match while shopping at Rite Aid for a sleep shirt so my kids wouldn’t freak over my normal sleep attire— Which would be no—nne of your business.
Tumblr ate my photo and commentary about completing my 3 year journey becoming a yoga teacher drawing parallels to my tumblr journey.
The irony is not lost on me.
When in Jersey, eat everything local. I went to grocery store for something I couldn’t get at home. This is Salmon Ficelle and Maryland Crab Cake salad. Yum.
I did it
I feel no shame in watching The Golden Girls on a Saturday night. I trained, had a luncheon, followed by Kirtan, Yin Yoga, a burger and beer with a classmate. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday. #nostalgia
Target’s new easter commercial uses porno for pyros as the background music.
Perry Farrell is my generations’ Kieth Richards.
I’m going to google him everyday, if he is still alive, I know my life plan is on track.
I’m waiting for the Red Hot Chili Pepper’s ‘Blood Sugar Sex Magic’ to be the theme for some Viagra/Insulin miracle cure.
No false alarm nor civic duty aiding guests downstairs will keep from my appointed pantless evening. Good thing I brought shorts.
Parking in this quaint town is a chore. I spied a Portuguese BBQ to try tomorrow, but tonight is for sampling local beer and prosciutto in a king size bed.