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!
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Thursday, January 24, 2013
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.
Peace, Om, and 7 days till Ironman Brasil
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