25 or so years ago I was very impulsive. And not so rational (who is at 20...?) I had lots of friends...probably even more enemies...and a few lovers.
I changed jobs every 6 months or so. I was quick witted...fast enough to pick up what was necessary to function at the task at hand, but not necessarily mature enough to understand WHY the task was important in the first place.
I went to college(s). Lots of ‘em. Had a few majors. And...I’m honestly quite talented at the ones I originally signed up for (theater, English, linguistics, biology...)...but lacked the discipline to FOCUS through any program.
In the meantime...I got lots of certifications and letters and saw a lot of blood and gore.
But. I finally discovered the maturity to attend and FINISH a degree at an accredited (and highly acclaimed University.)
At 29 I had my first child (I have three now...)
Yoga found me at 22. I started teaching at 32. So.
Life went on...
I had my kids...put a husband through rehab (3 times)...divorced...remarried...went to beauty school...
Now. 45 years old. Back to teaching yoga (and esthetics...)...
It’s about the muck. The sludge. What life is. I’m not here to soften the blow of having a mortgage, kids of varying ages in multitudes of grades, car payment, tuition loan payment, credit card payment, and medical expenses...I’m here to offer satire. A bit of humor...and realism. Because it’s my life. I’m not an escapist...I’m a “get real, life is full of shit, fuck and damn.”..kinda girl.
If my language offends you...take Bikram yoga...cuz it’s scripted...(wurd...tired of this dancing around slander bullshit...)
With me...’ya never know what you’re gonna get...’...
And ROCK ON! (Cuz THAT’S what Billy Squier would do...)