I Should Have Brought A Flashlight

I like to think of myself as a pessimist turned realist. When I’m teaching yoga, speaking to students, or writing for my blog, Yogini Yenta, I tend to put on an optimistic lens. I’m also a natural complainer working on complaining less, which is perhaps why I haven’t been posting my writing lately. I’m not about to tell you that everything in my life is all doom and gloom right now, but it is a dark period. In fact, most people I know are going through a pretty hard time right now. And yes, I know, it is in the darkness that we see the light…blah, blah, blah.
IMG_0092Why I am telling you all this? Well, if you, like so many others right now have found yourself in a bit of a dark patch, you are not alone. In the last month of so I have stopped smiling and saying I’m doing well every time someone asks me how I am doing. If it’s been a particularly rough day or two, or ten, I say, “I’m okay.” Sometimes people are taken aback by this response and kind of retreat. More often than not, though, people pause and engage past the perfunctory, “How are you?” to ask more questions, or the honesty gives them permission to open up and share what they are going through. Long story short, there have been a lot of authentic connections through my admitting things are hard for me right now. I don’t want to go star-gazing because it’s a dark period and therefore perfect timing to shine brightly. If you are naturally inclined toward a Pollyanna disposition, more power to you. If you are not so interested in looking on the bright side of things right now, try being honest with yourself and others. You don’t have to bear all, but sometimes simply giving voice to the fact that you’re struggling is enough. And sometimes simply sitting with it all (running away doesn’t help, I know, I just tried it by dashing off to California for a week and a half), knowing that this too shall pass is enough.
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About djunapassman

I teach yoga, write, and edit. I live in a Brooklyn neighborhood that is changing faster than I can, or care to, keep up with. Manhattan still beckons me to her island a few subways stops away, reminding me of when I lived amongst her daily hustle and bustle.
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