Dang dudes and dudettes.
I’ve really neglected this blog, haven’t I? I’ve been so immersed in LIFE that this virtual reality has taken a back seat. I’ll briefly catch you up before we dive deep into my brain space. Since my yoga teacher burnout last year, I massively reduced the amount of classes I taught beginning in January. I went from teaching 15-20 classes a week to about 5. I was able to get back into the studio as a student. I was able to sleep better. I was able to workout for pleasure again. I was able to bring my full attention, awareness, and positive energy to class. I was able to really show up as a teacher. Fast forward a few months to June, when, as predicted by my vedic astrologist, I stepped away from teaching. When she told me this was going to happen back in November, I was like …. da fuq? No way! But alas, life; my husband Aaron and I made the decision to move to Washington DC, so everything that entailed getting our butts from the midwest to the east coast happened. I had to take time off from teaching to pack, to sell a house, to figure everything out. Aaron has been on the campaign trail on and off since January and has been gone much of the summer so a lot of the responsibility has fallen on me to TCOB on the home front which is completely and totally cool! No complaints here. He is out there, in the midst of this insane election cycle, completely and totally rocking it. I highly suggest you give him a follow on insta (@aaronpbernstein). #shamelessplug I love him so much and I’m so proud of the dope dope work he and his friends are doing. But back in my reality, it’s a lot of cleaning, organizing, house showing, rinse and repeat. It’s too hard for me and too unfair for my students and fellow teachers to be constantly in need of subs this summer throughout this process. I’ve been subbing when I can, volunteering, and assisting in our athletic programs but I miss teaching weekly classes. Much as I might miss it, it’s provided me with an awesome opportunity to dive deeper into other aspects of yoga that have nothing to do with asana, or anything that I typically teach. Anytime I learn something new I like to sit with it a while and really have whatever it is soak into my life and permeate my being before I feel like I can truly share it with others. I’ve also been able to take classes literally 100 percent for myself. Yoga teachers, you know exactly the shit I’m talking about. Since I don’t have any classes to be thinking about or planning for, the teacher brain finally gets to power down and I am able to fully and completely show up for Ellie Bernstein the human, rather than elliebernsteinyoga. It’s been a long, long time that I’ve been able to simply show up for me and what a gift this is. There’s always a way to look at something as a gift. Sure I could be sad, bitter, angry, you name it, about the fact that I can’t teach right now. What does that do? Those feelings are a CHOICE. Your life is a result of how you interpret it. I could easily interpret this as a pain in the ass, as time wasted. Or I could see it as a gift of time for myself to explore things I’ve been interested in but not had the time to read about. To experience yoga again as a student. To read books. To enjoy the summer sun with friends. To organize and tidy up my possessions. To reconnect with friends I’ve lost touch with. To learn something new. (Disclaimer: I bought juggling balls but in truth they’ve been sitting on my bookshelf taunting me. It’s now or never. I must learn!) In a sad attempt to tie together all of these discombobulated thoughts streaming out of my head and heart right now, I’ll leave you with this: You create your thoughts. They don’t happen to you. You’re not a victim of your circumstances. Take ahold of the reigns of your monkey mind and seek the lessons, the blessings, and the love happening all around you. <3