Showing posts with label language. Show all posts
Showing posts with label language. Show all posts

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Don't Make it, Take it!

Today as I walked to the metro I carefully tried to reconstruct a sentence.

"It's important that people make time for themselves." I said as we strolled down the shady metro stairs at Observatorio Station (not one of Mexico City's best areas).

That's not what I meant at all. 

We don't make time. 

We don't decide how many hours we have in a day or a year, or even in our lives. 

For that is written in the stars. 



We take time for ourselves. 

There's a difference between making time for ___(fill in blank)___ and prioritizing then following through. 

So this is my question for you.  Are you trying to make time?  If so, STOP.

Take it.

And then make the most of it! 


Sunday, May 20, 2012

Voice gone Wild


The room was packed with 80 yogis.  I am definitely the least trained, have the least teaching experience, and I am definitely“less than.”  

I have difficulty communicating.

My mind is great at figuring out what I am supposed to say.  I like to be right.  Baron Baptiste asked someone to give an example of specific language regarding what we are up to.  My enthusiasm raced knowing full well where my aim is, and my arm shot up before I knew it. I was volunteering to share my big, hairy goal (BHG).

I stood up. Everyone is listening, Diane.  Let your confidence shine.  You are less than. What is you don’t accomplish your goal.  Then you would be a hypocrite, a liar even.  Stay small Diane, it’s safer.

Within 0.5 seconds I transformed my BHG to this.  “In two years, I would like to be teaching teachers yoga.” 

What?

I sat down and the process began.  Why did I say that.  What stopped me from speaking the truth.  What stopped me from putting my BHG in the space of the yoga room in beautifulTulum.  I got afraid that people would question, “who is she to have such a goal?”  I just sabotaged myself.  Loser.  This went on for 20 minutes robbing me of what I assume an amazing introduction to my Baptiste Level II training. Shit.  Shit. Shit.  

What has the fear of communication cost me?

I am fully aware that I have difficulty communicating.  I avoid confrontation and try to shape and frame my words to really say what I mean.  This being said, often what I don’t say is the most important.

Back in January I wrote out my New Years Ditch List.  I gave myself this task: When I want to say something I will think how should I frame this, and I will say it.

Do you see where the problem is?  I do.  In that I will think how to frame it I get lost.  All the stories of the past slowly creep in and the voices in my head (yes, you have them too) encourage me to “say it’ safe.  Safe.  I talk safe.  I talk safe, because I talk with my head and not with my heart.



On the last day of the Yoga training, I stood up and admitted to talking safe.  “In two years, I would like to be teaching teachers yoga”  morphed into, “In two years I will be leading a keynote at an education conference.  The address, will be a yoga class.”  Smile.

 What has communication cost me?  Relationships and honesty, authenticity and above all, possibility.  This week I am opening up the vault.  I am going to see how self-expression fits.  I am going to connect, to apologize, and to create amazingness with my voice. My voice is going on a wild adventure! 

Peace, Om, and 7 days till Ironman Brasil