Spoiled Yogi

to teach me (for free) every day. All I had to do was walk down the hall, and sometimes I chose not to because I didn't feel like it or because I didn't care for a particular teacher's specialty. Basically, I'm a spoiled, bratty, privileged yogi. Isn't that an oxymoron, you may ask? Ummm, yeah! But then, I had an epiphany. As I was walking down the street to my cushy job, I thought to myself:

"Isn't the whole point of a yoga practice to live in the present? If you're a yogi, shouldn't you be content? You should be blissed out and healthy and praising Krishna for all your amazing blessings! What the hell is wrong with you? Wait, nothing is wrong with me, yoga philosophy says I am a spark of the Divine . . . so I'm kind of perfect. But really, I'm a total screwed up mess . . . Or am I?"

I'm human, which is what this blog is all about. I decided to get back to the basics and approach my yoga as the gift I know in my heart it is. Each day, I'll commit to practice yoga—sometimes alone, sometimes in a studio. I'll meditate (a lot!), and I'll contemplate just what makes me really worthy to be a spark of the Divine. And I'll share with you things that inspire me to keep going even when it seems like everything in my life is conspiring against me. (Yes, I'm spoiled AND dramatic!)

Oh yeah, and I'll blog about it everyday, too. I'm tired just thinking about it. . .