Judgement and Jealousy 💚

Hey There Lovely Friends,

Let's not so randomly chat about sitting with what would usually be considered less desirable emotions.

I remember many moons ago inspecting a house I had purchased a few years prior because I wanted to move back in.

• Of course, this house was purchased in 2008, when it was actually possible with six months of savings and a smile.

(finally, a reason to share this cartoon I adore ).

I saw the state of the bedroom. The whole room was FULL of beds. Literally, a queen bed, a single bed next to it and another single at the bottom placed longways.

I went straight into "Annika in her early twenties judgment mode. " How ridiculous for a family to put all the beds together in one room. You cannot physically open the door to the en suite.

I obviously didn't understand the concept of having dependants at the time.

Fast-forward over a decade, and here I am, moving another bed into the main bedroom so four humans can attempt to maybeeee visit the mystical land known as REM sleep.

I personally slept last night with someone wrapped around each of my arms, and can I just say I very much prefer it.

I then reflect on how I judged the family living in this home all those years ago with the same setup. They knew what they needed to do to make their children feel safe and get a solid night's sleep at that moment.

Another more present-day reflection goes for the Reformer Pilates Studio that just opened up 2 doors down from our St Marys studio.

They took over our old Aerial Studio, and it's just so fancy and all about the aesthetic now. It is really beautiful what they have done.

And their classes are busy too!

And at this moment, as their students walk past in their always pilates-appropriate booty shorts, I feel kind of jealous.

I sit with this feeling for a while, and I reflect.

It's good to know that this is what I still want for our colorful studio, too, even after all these years (in-trend booty shorts or not  !).

All this reflection on learning more about ourselves via negative feelings reminds me of a poem one of our yoga teacher trainers, Suzie Q, shared with me a while back...

The Cookie Thief

by Valerie Cox

A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. . .grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.

So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.”

With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude!

She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.

She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.

If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.

That's my shares for this rainy Tuesday mis morning here in St Marys 

Looking forward to seeing a bunch of you either at our studio or at the yoga festival this weekend 

P.S. We have finally locked in dates for our next teacher training! Next round starts May and is on Sundays at Penrith. You can learn more by clicking here.

P.P.S The yoga festival is this weekend (also at Penrith). You can learn more about that here.

Annika xx