When you’re alone and life is making you lonely you can always go downtown. Listen to the magic of the music of the city da da da da da the lights are much brighter there, you can forget all your troubles forget all your cares and go down town. I kind of have the words to this song. Or downtown Julie Brown or maybe it’s Jackie Brown. You’ve probably seen that movie Jackie Brown right? If not, it’s very good, go ahead and watch it pull it up on Netflix.
Often I have someone tell me how much they dislike their life. I would even go as far then as I’ve heard them say, they hate their life. An individual may disclose that life is hard, unfair, unjust, or that they just didn’t believe that this is how their life would turn out. When individuals tell me this woe, my first reaction is…I don’t know
how my first reaction gleans forward. I know probably what my first reaction or first response should glean to a person who tells me that they hate their life. Sometimes I’m without a response and mind you, if you know me…I’m rarely minus verbiage. However, when somebody tells me that they hate their life, my hope for them is that it’s just a temporary exclamation of where they see themselves at one moment. However, what if it’s not, what if they really do hate their life, I can’t change it.
My role when someone chooses to share this information with me is the creation of a safe space and supportive facial expressions either in person or with Face Time. The whole text thing is a little tough with the support of facial expressions you (know what I’m saying) Emoji sad, no expression or smiley face.
One of the things that this has brought up is ...do people hate their lives? For me, we don’t have a Facebook perfect family or life. Our family has bumps and bruises just like yours, I would imagine. Our family
squabbles and scraps, which brings shit up from 30 plus years ago, that just hasn’t healed. I may have blocked out hating my life, but I just don’t. I don’t really even think I have an ultra positive outlook on things. Sometimes shit is pretty rough. A loss of a position, a loss of a child, nobody should ever have to bury a child, a fight about finances, and a struggle to reconcile what was behind us.
Yoga practice teaches us that the mat is a safe space. Many things that occur on that mat are uncomfortable and Yoga practice
may become messy, especially when internal organs begin twisting and manipulating inside our bodies, while we’re in that safe space of the mat. Emotions come pouring out. Sometimes the emotions pour out in tears of joy, sometimes they pour out in tears of pain, sometimes they pour out of the J Lo in terms of… well you know what I’m saying. So if I have ever said I hate my life…I’m thinking I blocked it out, or only said it internally. I don’t know that I have ever actually verbalized that to another human. My life, our lives at the Yoga route/root deems pretty, pretty damned great. There’s definitely a lot to be thankful for.