Butt stuff. Try these pulses. On that note, I updated my bio for some upcoming projects (ugh). I’m really in this mood for describing what I do in a snarky, funny way (I’ve not quite translated it the way I want just yet). But I also worry that if I described what I do and why, it would scare some people off. Sometimes I feel like I have to be good or sound like a certain way as a teacher and I’m really annoyed by that. I’m exhausted by the kind of pressure I put on myself. It makes me what to say F it all. The thing is — I don’t use big words yoga type words when I teach. I don’t want to be so serious all the time, where is the fun in that?! My most favorite moments connecting with others is sharing funny flubs and slips like, “armpit hookers” and “we gotta go in the butt” stuff. The times where there are sweaty high-fives and hugs. Where an entire room is singing an old school jam or there is a row of fun-loving hecklers that says what everyone else is thinking. The moments where we don’t care about being good, we care about being real. It’s the moments I see people and where I’ve dropped my guard and let others see me. The not so put together, weird, and funny me. Which is what the people in my life get to see all the time, whether they like it or not. I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I intended to write about butt stuff and give some fun tips on going in there (heh). All I know is this: I don’t want to be good, I am so done with goodness. I want more messy. I want more weird. I want more fun and funny business. More kindness. More love. More real sh*t. #buttstuff #writeclubnow #writeyourheart #idontwanttobegood #holywomanhood #yogamama #yogateaching #yogatidbits #thisismyyoga #holyandwholly https://www.instagram.com/p/BzjnaaYheeQ/?igshid=18f64aiogwf2i
