I have a love/hate relationship with the word authentic. Get a couple of yogis together and more often than not we start gossiping about authenticity - present company included. It grates on me. What does it matter and is being authentic always the optimal choice? My previous blog mentions the book Quiet by Susan Cain. Funny how me, the introvert, has become the one that can't stop talking about it. Quiet illustrates how one's true passion can push pass an introvert's otherwise insular wall to open space for success in an unlikely career.
In my case every career choice has felt unlikely and has come from a deep seed of passion. As a young girl I wanted to dance constantly. Performing let me be somebody else. Today as a yoga teacher I'm often at my best when I'm performing, when I'm a little more Sasha Fierce than Beyonce. Maybe that's not super authentic, but it's often the best I can do. It is my job to deliver an informed, well taught class each and every time…even when the authentic me is sad, tired, mad, stressed, sick, or just plain quiet. Put it aside and perform.
I don't think there is a darn thing wrong with that. I've noticed myself really fighting back against yoga stereotypes lately, wanting to prove that there isn't just one way to practice on and off the mat. My diet is for the most part unapollogetically bad, I rarely "do yoga" everyday, and if there is a kirtan in town…I'm not there.
This post is so authentically me - right now. And there is the love/hate.