Drinks with Cleopatra

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.” 

Rob Siltanen

Its been a month since Warrior Yoga had to spread its wings and fly on its own.  Why?  Because I’m a rule breaker!  Would I do it all over again …

“I am Adventurous!!!”  One of the most powerful tools I learned while in my 200hr training was to be true to myself.  In training we created a sankulpa and mine is, “I am Adventurous”.  It still gets me out of ruts when I feel stuck.  As well when sudden change happens, and I’m forced out of the comfortable space I’ve created, it motivates me.  My boys tease me and call me “crazy”, among other colourful, and loving names. The day after my contract had expired, with the studio I was teaching at, I had a day of pampering and came home with pink hair.  My oldest laughed and asked if I was going all emo, teasing me like they often do about loosing my mind.  For him, like the rest of my family, I was acting odd.  After all who gets fired, and is happy.  My go to response when this judgement occurs … “If I have to be crazy to be happy, prepare the padded room.”  

My game plan is sooner rather then later open up a retreat in the ghost town where I’ve started reconstruction on an old building.  Medicine Hat will be home base, with the “Happy Box” running seasonally.  The retreat will provide its patrons with a safe place to retreat too, recharge, reflect, or perhaps even reconnect with who they really are.  Originally my plan wasn’t to operate a yoga studio, largely because I wanted wings to explore.  I had this idea that I had to have roots to run a studio.  This would imply rules, but rules of the “normal studio” are made to be bent, if not broken.   

My take away from this experience … Everything happens for a reason.  I was comfortable, however my position had become stagnant.  Goals weren’t being reached because I was playing it safe.  I love to have fun, and my intention has always been to make people smile, if not laugh in the process.  I made the choice without over thinking, by listening to my heart.  Things got really scary and I still struggle with over coming the fear that this adventure is stirring up.  However I see the end game, my Happy Box!  

Would I hop into a time machine if I could?  Of course I would!  But it would not be to go change my actions.  I’d go pet a dinosaurs or have some drinks with Cleopatra.  My actions taught me something new about who I am …  I am a leader not a follower.

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