I am learning something new as I creep toward middle age; you know, the yoga thing. I’m learning to teach yoga, and unfortunately I don’t take anything lightly. It’s not the overachiever’s curse this time, it’s the fact that I’ve woken up from a deep sleep, and I’m hungry. I think the story is supposed to go, “get good at something and just do it.” I’m not good at that. I am a restless little beast at heart, and I hoard things that are too big for me. So, I am starting over, and this makes me feel like a kindergartner. Clumsy, naive, and unschooled, and as a result, I’m all stirred up. What I thought I knew, I sort of don’t any more. What I’ve always known with certainty, I’m looking at with a weird and new brain – a brain upended. Humble, curious, and groundless. It’s uncomfortable, but there is reorganization, and while I don’t know my asana from a hole in the ground right now, I love this part, because you know what comes next? Lighter, brighter me. I’m culling, and the junk drawer will soon have space. I highly recommend it.