{"id":19528,"date":"2012-06-10T08:43:46","date_gmt":"2012-06-10T12:43:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/?p=19528"},"modified":"2013-05-12T17:13:09","modified_gmt":"2013-05-12T21:13:09","slug":"its-hard-to-tell-my-story-without-telling-their-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/its-hard-to-tell-my-story-without-telling-their-story\/","title":{"rendered":"It’s hard to tell my story without telling their story. How one yogi adjusts to being a householder."},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>You know how it is when you tell a story. \u00a0If anyone else is in the story, it’s their story too and they may not tell it the way you tell it. \u00a0I wrote a short post\u00a0Why I don\u2019t mind when my man writes love songs about other women<\/a>. I thought: since we’re all friends, it would be fun to give everyone’s name and give the circumstances, since they were so synchronistic and of note. Of course, I couldn’t do that\u00a0since not everyone cares to take everything public the way my bf and I have agreed to. I find the less secrets I have, the happier I am. \u00a0Maybe that’s just because there’s less to remember.<\/p>\n

I’m used to writing out my thoughts. That’s how I process things. \u00a0It’s my therapy. \u00a0I’ve blogged almost daily since 2009. \u00a0Before that, I typed almost daily into my journal. \u00a0Now that I blog, I no longer write in my journal. \u00a0Private thoughts I used to journal about, I no longer do. \u00a0I have no one I talk to about the intimate details of my thought life, so j0urnalling is something I am beginning to miss. \u00a0My life has changed significantly the last year. \u00a0I no longer have hours and hours to contemplate ideas and write down my thoughts and feelings. That time is spent in daily activities of the householder. \u00a0While it is a much different life than I was living before, it’s also a fulfilling and rewarding life. \u00a0Just different.<\/p>\n

My yoga, my challenge, is to find a happy balance between the two. \u00a0To have a happy home life that includes other people, and to have the solitude and contemplative time I need to feed my soul. \u00a0I feel like most of my clients<\/a>,\u00a0who juggle family life and work and try to squeeze their solace and spiritual practice in between their daily responsibilities. \u00a0It’s a yoga for sure.<\/p>\n

My first thought is to just blog about whatever is going on in my mind, private or not. \u00a0That would be the easiest. \u00a0If \u00a0I am who I say I am, why not be transparent? \u00a0Ah, there’s the rub<\/a>. \u00a0It’s hard to tell my story without telling their story. I caution anyone before we undertake soul work together, and they must agree.\u00a0 If they do not, some of the things closest to my heart, I can’t talk about. \u00a0Some of the things that bring me the most joy, the most growth, I can’t share. \u00a0That’s ok for awhile. \u00a0The nature of my work<\/a> is that I’m a keeper of other people’s secrets. \u00a0It’s when I feel I have to keep any of my own that it begins to weigh on me. I realize it’s beginning to weigh on me. \u00a0I’ll figure it out. \u00a0I just need to schedule some thought time for it.<\/p>\n

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