I am a hyperactive person with an unusual amount of patience. I’ve tried a lot of different yoga classes, but I practice vinyasa flow every day. I’m obsessed with headstands, and meditation comes in MANY forms for me. I am in love with my body and am always surprised by what it can do. I honor the light within myself and the light within everyone and everything around me. I wear an Om symbol every day to remind myself of my intention. I smile 99% of the time. When I’m upset, you better watch out. I am an extremely passionate person, especially when it comes to my yoga practice.

Don’t tell me I’m not a yogi.

Recently I’ve gotten in the routine of moving a little faster in the mornings since my husband’s car had been in the shop and I needed to drop him off at work before I headed to my own office. Now that we have two cars again, I was a little ahead of schedule this morning. I took that extra minute to open up Facebook, and I found something totally awesome: A TECH YOGA MAT! It’s a functional yoga mat that has a little screen with videos to guide your practice. How cool is that?! Seriously! As a person that practices yoga EVERYWHERE, it would be fantastic to have a mat with a little screen attached instead of having to lug my laptop around with me.

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So what is making me so upset? The first comment on the post. Let me tell you, it took every little drop of patience and love I had within me to NOT reply to this comment. I won’t tell you who wrote it or exactly what it said, but I took it very personally, especially when the author insinuated that people like me are not yogis.

A hurricane of emotions took hold of me. I found the comment amusing, frustrating, and I felt a little insecure…Was this person right?

Of course not!

Who is anyone to say that I am not a yogi? It’s like telling me that because I am not a pastor’s wife that I cannot call myself a Christian; that because I buy $10 bottles of wine that I don’t REALLY love wine; that because I’m expressive I cannot possibly be patient.

Don’t tell me I’m not a yogi.

I am not a vegan. In fact, I eat meat every single day. I love sweets. I don’t chant. I don’t worship Buddha. I don’t paint the chakaras on my back. I ESPECIALLY don’t judge anyone who does any of those things. I love them. I practice with them. I’m good friends with them. They love me. So who are you to tell me that I’m not a yogi?

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I’m a BAD YOGI! I embrace it. You should, too.

I’m probably going to buy that mat (the one with the little screen). I will bring it to Texas Roadhouse, I will order a steak and red wine, and I will use my tech yoga mat on their patio while I contemplate whether I will order a brownie sundae or the New York cheesecake for desert. And guess what…

I AM STILL A YOGI.

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