Ever since I got home from my latest yoga training I have been really amped up and sparkling with devotion. I have been getting into my yoga room every morning for intense pranayam, postures and meditation.
Yesterday during my meditation I had a panic attack. My “To Do” list suddenly loomed up in my mind and I thought: Oh my god! I don’t have time to be sitting here doing NOTHING! I have a shit ton of stuff that needs to get done. My practice and meditation felt self-indulgent.
“Who do you think you are that you can spend an hour a day focusing solely on your inner world?” I thought.
When I was a kid, I would lay on my bed and read for hours. My mother would “catch me” and flip out: “Who do you think you are, missy? Who do you think you are that you can spend the whole day READING??? You think you are a princess? Get up off that (goddamn) bed and clean the bathroom, do the dishes, mow the lawn! Work!
And this old conditioning is still apparently operating within me today. Who do I think I am? (Who do you think YOU are?) I am a yoga teacher. (Who are you?) Practicing keeps me in integrity.
Who do you think YOU are?
What keeps YOU in integrity?