Graduate WHAT?!

It has been an inordinate amount of time since my last post, which was as I see about an injury I incurred as a result of an over confident, over intoxicated show-off version of me trying to impress my beloved mother. Remembering that time makes me laugh. Then, Brooke, about to impart on year two of graduate school, excited by the prospects of the coming months drank a glass of red wine in a hotel room occupied by her mom, dad and youngest sister. Yoga, my best friend, confidant, mirror into my deepest soul and oftentimes, enemy (a very complicated relationship you can imagine) was in everything I did in the summer of 2010. Having just completed the Dharma Yoga Teacher Training 200 level, I was dreaming in asanas, thinking of third-eyes and attempting to balance my chakras and cater to my doshas at any given time. The wine, liquid courage, equipped me with stupidity to lunge full force into a split (hanumanasana---Monkey pose). A popping sound that I will never forget infiltrated the room and then silence. I couldn't hear or see for a split second. I announced "yogamergency"---which you have to admit is quite witty. That injury has still not healed, though it has transformed from then to now into a mere annoyance, which I suppose is way better than excruciating distraction.

When I think back over this past year, I have learned so much. One of those things is that oftentimes when you plan and plan and plan, what unfolds can and most likely will look different than you imagined. Exactly one year ago, I imagined myself teaching more yoga or becoming a yoga therapist...working part or full time as a social worker. Currently, both are true but in different forms than I pictured. Teaching yoga is a job. It is not what I once envisioned. I would look at my yoga teachers and think, they teach yoga...therefore...they must be at all times serene, perfectly content without a smidgen of self-doubt. WRONG! At least for me, brookeyogi. I have suffered (or what feels like severe suffering) from a great deal of anxiety due to decision making, trusting my gut instinct, the obsession of getting everything right the first time, no room for mistakes etc. and i am a yoga teacher. Amazing right?

Anway, I'm taking my LMSW exam tomorrow. God help me. If I pass, I promised myself tickets to the Of Montreal Show later that night. If not, well, it's God's way of showing me yet another time what a miserable test taker I truly am and that my way of thinking is too abstract to pick just one answer. Let's hope it's the former. I would really enjoy seeing Of Montreal for a second time, even though their first show was incredibly exhausting. There were like 1000000 costume changes and they played for nearly 3 hours.

Before I try to go to sleep for the 3rd time, I wanted to post this idea I had. I think I am going to offer a yoga class/course/group to people in the helping professions. This includes social workers of course, but also nurses, doctors---anyone dealing with the complexity of human beings. I need more time to think about the details, but I think this might be a good thing to devote at least part of my summer to.

Here's hoping to at least a 70 percent on the exam, a pleasant tomorrow and a good night's sleep...NAMASTE.