i'm 30 years old today. it feels big, i've lived for 3 decades...amazing moments i've been through in life but nothing will prepare me to what life will be installed for me in the next 3 decades.
i have always hated birthdays. i dread it, i despise it. but this year, i feel different, i feel at peace with myself. no hatred, no anger...it feels free. i made a choice. i choose to appreciate it, i choose to be happy, i choose to enjoy my birthday.
i'm happy. i'm 30.
this fucking shit person has got to be the lamest of anyone that i've ever come across. this mathafucker is getting into my nerves. i feel like fisting him and pulling his inside out and stuffing back into this pathetic puny throat!
fuck you!
p/s: i feel much better now. still...fuck you two faced slime ball!
i had my very first teaching experience last week. 7 classes in total. my very first class, i was swamped with 45 practitioners...of course, being the "perfecto" me, trying to give everyone equal attention, i realised that i was digging my own grave.
it definately gave me a different perspective towards my practise. i'm now transending information to practitioners through my years of practise. honestly, there is a certain level of stress to it. am i really gonna enjoy this? not sure...gonna go with the flow first.
namaste!
