I remember in undergrad, when I had a insanely tough statistic exam & anxiety would creep in, I would dress up for it. Not kidding. I’d take my make-up case, my best up-do &skirt, favorite shoes & strut along. I’d tell myself, that at least if I’d flunk, I’d look good doing it. It’s hard not feeling good when you look you’re best.
When I went to the Moksha Yoga Teacher’s Training in 2010, one of the best philosophies that has forged my teaching journey & creped in other dimensions of my life ever since was to ‘fake it , till you make it’. Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe it just fake it, dammit!
Shortly after Tommy passed, at the height of my torment- I put on my stretchy pants, did up my messy bun & held my head up high. Reaching out for a sense of normalcy or survival- I am not sure. But what I know for certain is that when I teach, I give. When I give, I feel happy. It’s that simple.