It seems like lately everyone I know, at some point in every conversation, sighs and says, "If only I could win the Lotto..." I joke with friends about how bad I am at the lottery actually, since I can't seem to win it, even when I do buy tickets.
There just seems to be a gap for most people I know, myself included (BIG gap), between how we are earning our livings and how we want to live our lives, between what we do for money now and what we really wish we were doing. As things got harder for most everyone in our economy last year, I think everyone got a bit more philosophical about what they should really be doing that circumstances forced them away from. I do know some people who are actually doing exactly what they should be doing - who've lined up their talents and passions with how they pay for groceries. They stand as shining examples of Possibility.
I also shouldn't minimize the impact, last year, of the dread cancer, which struck first my sister, then my dog, then my husband. That damn disease just sucks a lot of oxygen out of the atmosphere for real, and in the context of After, having Survived, it does seem asinine to continue doing what we were doing before. As if just because we survived all that, it should somehow be sunshine and rainbows and ease every day for the rest of our lives, without a care, having carried the worst fear around in our guts for a year.
At the same time, I've been thinking and reading and practicing so much around reconciling that gap, minimizing it, by bringing yoga practices with me off the mat into the workplace and every other part of my life where I am less happy, like in my car driving too far to work every day.
I'm not going to lie. That practice ain't easy.
Mostly because sometimes, at work, I feel the drag of some crazy personalities, clanging cymbal monkeys clamoring for attention (look at me! what about me! when can i eat!). I know it's the best practice of all to maintain equanimity in a situation of imbalance and stress, but seriously: how much would I love to just not have to deal, to not have to practice equanimity against such enormous odds?
Sometimes I totally fall on my face. Some days I am not patient. I am not compassionate. I am not kind. I am pissed off with bullshit and I am tired. Even on days when I've tried to prepare myself, done my reflection in the morning, read my yogic texts, what-have-you, I don't stay calm, I do react, I am not nice. I am irritated by sloppy work. I am a total bitch boss.
The Lotto isn't going to save me. Especially because I always forget to buy tickets. The only solution for me, really, since I know the situation I'm in is not right for me, is to move to the situation that is. I'm working this with every ounce of energy and focus I have, but in the meantime have to keep moving through this middle place between what is right now and what is coming, and try to maintain some modicum of integrity.
And not rip the heads off the monkeys.