Because my teens and twenties were marked with drama, upheavals, and crises of different sorts—including spending a big chunk of my teenage years in a household that, while loving and truly well-meaning, tended to be overtly psycho-analytical when the literal and verbatim would have been better for my psyche—now that I'm 33 and finally happy(!), I am more and more inclined to have a sense of humor about life, even if it means taking a simplistic approach to a lot of the "major" things.
I do not mind being the blond in the room.
(By the way, this reference is merely for illustrative purposes only and I have no intention whatsoever to offend or discriminate. However, if you are a blond in real life and are offended by this on some level, you are most welcome to crack an Asian joke and we can call it even. :) And, just so you know, if I weren't as averse to the scalp irritation that peroxide can bring, I'd have long bleached my hair a nice strawberry, gold, or platinum. Heck, I already use Jolen on my brows!)
At this point in my life, there is comfort and wisdom in not knowing and not having to project knowledge. I am completely comfortable in being more of a voyeur, soaking all the information in. Of course, it's a slightly different story and path when it comes to my work and career, where taking a bit more of an authoritative approach better serves the situation and is the wiser move...if I want to keep paying for yoga classes!
Speaking of which, I've just started my 300-hour yoga studies and from the first weekend alone, I have a clearer vision of the kind of yoga teacher I'd like to become. I want to be that teacher who can let students find meaning in the mundane, and pique their curiosity enough to venture out and explore further, and maybe go deeper into their personal paths to enlightenment...or not. If I can tap into the physical and make classes fun and approachable to get people going and moving (and perhaps score FLOTUS points/earn a thumbs up from the First Lady), then I've done my part.
If I can do my best to give anatomically spot-on alignment cues, encourage mindful breathing, and cultivate inspiration—with people leaving the room feeling invigorated and kinder, or experiencing an incredibly relaxing Savasana (one of my teachers refers to a "blissed-out" one and getting people to "la-la land"), then I've really done a marvelous job and I would simply be grateful for having had something or anything to do with it.
The rest is then up to the students, each of whom, by virtue of being a living and breathing inhabitant of this planet, I assume is innately smart.
April 14, 2013
April 1, 2013
When Kids Speak
Because kids tend to speak their minds in the most unfiltered way, what they end up saying is on-point and more often than not, incredibly hilarious—even if at times, morbid. It reminded me of an older post from when one of my nieces was seven and she said something about flies sucking blood from your eyes. :)
I had the pleasure of spending Easter weekend with not one, not two, but three adorable children from my family. Each had something to say at one point that cracked me up.
Nine-year-old boy cousin from Manila who looves mac-n-cheese to my 10-year-old brother, who is American who doesn't really care for the dish:
"You know if you don't like mac-n-cheese and want to try it, go to Italianni's*."
*Italiannis is a resto from back home where my cousin apparently orders two of these. He was also was also very amusing/entertaining with his use of the word "dude."
Seven-year-old cousin to me, while walking into Toys 'r' Us:
"There is a skeleton puppet that says, 'I kill you!'"
According to my quick Google search, she was most likely referring to Achmed the Dead Terrorist. Note, this little girl is incredibly smart. I could barely figure out the game she had on her iPad called Doors & Rooms.
And last but not the least, my little brother:
Me: "How old am I?"
Bro: "33."
Me: "Good, you know, wow. You're 10, right?"
Bro: "Yes. And you're the oldest. When my friends and I talk about siblings, they either have a younger brother or sister; or an older one who is a teenager, and you're the oldest." :)
[Photo: Gorgeous day at the Intrepid Museum.]
I had the pleasure of spending Easter weekend with not one, not two, but three adorable children from my family. Each had something to say at one point that cracked me up.
Nine-year-old boy cousin from Manila who looves mac-n-cheese to my 10-year-old brother, who is American who doesn't really care for the dish:
"You know if you don't like mac-n-cheese and want to try it, go to Italianni's*."
*Italiannis is a resto from back home where my cousin apparently orders two of these. He was also was also very amusing/entertaining with his use of the word "dude."
Seven-year-old cousin to me, while walking into Toys 'r' Us:
"There is a skeleton puppet that says, 'I kill you!'"
According to my quick Google search, she was most likely referring to Achmed the Dead Terrorist. Note, this little girl is incredibly smart. I could barely figure out the game she had on her iPad called Doors & Rooms.
And last but not the least, my little brother:
Me: "How old am I?"
Bro: "33."
Me: "Good, you know, wow. You're 10, right?"
Bro: "Yes. And you're the oldest. When my friends and I talk about siblings, they either have a younger brother or sister; or an older one who is a teenager, and you're the oldest." :)
[Photo: Gorgeous day at the Intrepid Museum.]
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