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I seem to be on track for one update per month. Shit son, where did October go? I think time is making up for crawling almost to a stop back in July. July was the longest. month. ever. And now October gone in a mere blink of an eye.
Theme of the month (becoming the theme of my life): Yoga. I should have just pitched a tent in the hot room this month because I spent a (low) estimated total of 200 hours working or practicing. But I did it. I completed my 30 Day Challenge while working every single day minus one, a day on which I took a double. And oh sweet success at 7:30 AM on Friday, lying in savasana after possibly the roughest class I’ve had in all the 30 days. Oh wine, you sly villain. Lesson learned: After spending 6 hours in the hot room, drink water and not wine. But oh I do love wine. Story of my life right now: Wine and Yogis.
Along with all that yoga, I did get to play a bit. I probably dressed up more this month than I ever have in October. There was the Lingerie Masquerade Ball, Zombie Walk and Halloween. And so I got to be sexy, scary AND silly. Major win.
So long October. You were truly a whirlwind month of good times and hard work. You simultaneously kicked my ass and bolstered my mind, body and spirit.
Where am I? Currently I am living on New Providence in the Bahamas. What am I doing here? Living.
A little about who I am and how I got here. For the majority of my life I was a student, and not just in the capacity that I attended school. I took my career as a student seriously, becoming valedictorian of my high school, graduating university with a 4.0, studying abroad at a field school, living to pass my GREs with flying colors so that I might go on to graduate school to earn my PhD in cell and molecular biology, the first step in a long career doing research and teaching. I got as far as graduate school before realizing that life should involve happiness and fulfillment, neither of which I was achieving in class or in lab. Had I gone anywhere other than Hawaii, I might still be on the path I had set out for myself long ago. Instead I slacked off in graduate school and went diving instead. Over the past year, my direction has shifted from a PhD track to dive master and Bikram yoga teacher. For anyone who has ever had their life train derailed, you know it’s both exhilarating and terrifying.
In May I took permanent leave from graduate school, in August I packed my bags, sold my car, found my dog a home and left Hawaii. Why? The answer to that question is so cliche that I almost blush to type it. I followed a boy. Roll your eyes, “awww”, smirk, just do what you gotta do because here comes the next one: “Follow your heart”. I was in love and in a position to take life by the reins and kick it into a gallop. I moved to the Bahamas. Three weeks later I was in Las Vegas to begin my 9 week training to become Bikram Yoga teacher. From Hawaii to the Bahamas to Vegas back to the Bahamas. From student to dive master to Bikram yoga teacher. That has been the last nine months of my life. I believe I have earned the right to another cliche: “Change is good.” At least it can be as long as those changes are made with honest intention and an open mind.
That is the highly abridged version of how I came to be where I am and a bit of the back story as to why I believe in “no worries”, “living the dream”, “all you need is love” and still find myself biting my nails anxiously because I can’t shake the feeling that I should be DOING something. Some days I just can’t shake that student mentality. Hopefully on Monday far fewer of those days will plague me. Monday morning I begin teaching Bikram Yoga at a local wellness studio. There is not a Bikram Yoga Studio here, much to my chagrin, and so it is up to me to launch a Bikram yoga community. It took me 3 months to find a studio and set up my classes and I am two days away from walking into that hot room as a Bikram teacher. Wish me luck!
So that wraps up my little “about me” section. To come is a blog about my Bahamian adventures, from tales of diving to yoga news with everything from recipes and rum ramblings in between. But right now I have to pick up Chris from work. One of us has to bring home the metaphorical turkey bacon.
