So I am sitting at a coffee shop today on vocal rest.
I just bought some good beer for later when I am better to appreciate.
Its been day 100 or so of straight meditation. Maybe I missed a day in there, but it feels like its been 100 days or so of straight meditation.
I have also learned how to serve since moving home. I work at a beer hall. Its fucking rad. The people are chill.
So what the hell does this have anything to do with being a personal trainer and teaching yoga and well being?
Sometimes, the path you take towards your well being LOOKS NOTHING like you thought or think it should.
I hated my first month home. Jarring, awkward, knowing little to no one from my days of high school. But I knew one thing.
Nothing and no one is going to get in the way of the long term vision of working with 30 clients a week (maybe serving a few nights a week), and finally owning my own car and place (car is already done.)
You see, if you would have asked me a yer ago if this is where I would want to be and dealing with what I am dealing with, I would have said go fuck yourself.
But the reality is I am here in Fargo, slowly but surely and steadily building. I am making a name for the contribution I want to make to others. Whether that is being a server, meditating and 80 per cent of the time fallings asleep, or working with clients to help feel good and do good for their bodies.
You see, living here, meditating here, and serving here in Fargo are a lot like your goals to be a healthier person: they take time to achieve, they usually require being soft on the methods but harder on the principles (thanks Dr. Zak for that one), and will sometimes feel like they are a tad out of your hands.
Truthfully, its all okay.
So, go have a beer (unless you are sober, don't go do that), chill the fuck out, and keep taking mini steps. It'll happen. If you want it .
Happy Medi-Beer-Lifting
Lee