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Photo credit Samantha Eve Yoga and C. Costanzo.
“Well I meant to call you back, but just was busy. It’s the thought that counts though right?”
I looked at her and thought “No bitch, it’s not”
It was unusual for me to think a curse word let alone curse. But I was exhausted, working three jobs, not quite 19 years old and about to enter my second year of college.
I had just slept in my newly leased car for an hour after working a graveyard shift because my roommate had messaged me not to come home for the three hours I had before going to my THIRD gig of the weekend. She and her boyfriend had decided to hook up at our place instead of his. And then changed their minds and went to his.
Not dying isn’t the same as being alive. You’re only alive when you’re surviving. And you only survive when there’s a risk there’s something you can lose. The more you risk losing, the more you’re alive.
(Adapted from original post on Instagram on October 12, 2019 (Click here for original)
I’m coming out.
Some of you noticed a shift in my social media pages.
Less yoga, more me.
It was never intended to be about yoga.
I almost never describe myself as a yoga teacher anymore.
Community builder perhaps.
Ah yes...that seems to fit.
I connect people, places, things.
Amateur cultural or social scientist?
Just a girl trying to live the best way she knows how?
Or maybe I'll stop trying to define what I am.
But always, my social media was supposed to represent who I am, what I believe, how I feel.
A documented journey of my life in the hopes that somehow, in some small way perhaps, the lessons I am working on learning, will help someone on their path too.
At about 8pm last night I looked around the midrise penthouse of my building and felt a sense of...peace...
People who had never met each other before this evening were happily mingling, eating, drinking, laughing, talking. Groups were forming, changing, embracing, and learning from one another.
One of my partygoers stopped by to hug me. “You’ve put together the most eclectic group of people and yet we all...just...work!” She laughed. “Wow,' she continued, 'you’ve met the most interesting people since you came to Boston.”
I smiled because this group represented only a small fraction of the many many fabulous souls I’ve been grateful to come in contact with since I arrived back in the States last October.
It had been a hot minute since I had been to an acro jam. I went from connecting regularly with wonderful acro yogis and teachers in Southern California, to traveling the world - never staying long enough to settle into a community and play. So when I discovered a group meeting up TODAY, I cleared my afternoon to go.
People were friendly; smiling when I joined them in the park. I introduced myself to one, who then introduced me to another…more names and faces than I can keep track of, but all seemed welcoming. I watched for a bit then got up the courage to ask to join in the fun.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I just started reading Brené Brown’s book Dare to Lead. In the introduction she discusses being at a crossroads in the early 90s. She had left a corporate job to study social work because the three ideas she cared about most - courage, connection, and meaning - were lacking in traditional business structure. My skin started to tingle because - although I don’t word it quite the same - I changed my life a few years ago for similar reasons.
On my recent path, I’ve met an almost incredible number of people also making changes to their lives. And while I never claim to have the answers, I’m happy - always - to share that which I’ve learned. So here’s my version of these three ideas and how living by them has changed my life.
About the blogger
Hi! I'm Samantha Eve aka Tink - a kick-a$$ girl boss, party-til-dawn, warrior princess of a yogi, vegan, free-spirit, dancer, model, teacher, coach who - whether rocking a power suit or lingerie, lives life to the fullest.