Here is my agenda for getting ‘summer’ body ready: ZERO FUCKS GIVEN

But now, looking back, I understand every cue and assist I was ever given. I was always ‘overworking’ my practice. Performing for a win. A competition with myself. I must have looked all wobbly, stiff, stressed, and ridiculous to be honest.

Live Through This wasn’t just the title. It was direction. It was a message from the universe to turn on. To get up and fight. To be ready. That I had to live through what was coming.

I went out this week and was social. TWO TIMES. Socially. One time with pants with a zipper and wore a real bra.

I will never be the zen-like teacher, offering quiet, soft experiences. It’s just not me. Seriously, have you ever talked to me? I’m basically the Miss Vanjie of the yoga world.

From my last blog, Job Title:, I got called out on some bullshit. One of my feisty little nuggets of a friend reminded me that I failed to list my title as Friend.

The title ‘Yoga Teacher’ seems silly to me. I feel silly when I say or write it. It feels shallow. Juvenile even.