She Bangs

Nothing changed, and yet everything has changed. As soon as I tossed my planning aside, my life shifted into the highest gear of both productivity and fun!

For months I was ruled by a (let’s be honest) self-created workload that covered every “Should” of the business coach I learn from.
Which boiled down to daily messaging, daily content creation, and showing the fuck up. And I took that on for my writing, my yoga biz and my new online program, because by now I had three businesses.

I reserved my least productive time slots for being social, yet people wanted to see me when I wanted to work. And I spent weekends alone which I didn’t even mind because work was never done anyway.
The moment my “holiday” week began, and God smacked my thumb to remind me that life was not all about work, but also about fun and play and not being a dull gal, it still took me a whole week before I understood the full consequences of His intervention. Initially I thought it just meant that I wasn’t meant to work the holidays.
Or the weekends.

But then last Sunday I chose to start my new life.

Not so much about taking more time off, but a life with minimum “Shoulds”. A life about Freedom. About saying “yes”.
And so it began.

That Sunday I wrote a three hour blogpost, listened to motivational audios, had a long nap; went out for a walk in the sun with a friend and we went for lunch. I chose nachos with creme fraiche and chilisaus, and hot chocolate with whipped cream after.
At night I went behind my desk to prepare this week’s classes and that’s when fate struck: when I logged into my bankaccount I found out I had been the victim of a thousand dollar hack. And that it was both very unlikely I would get it back, nor would I be able to pay my bills which were due the next day..
I freaked out, and called my mother, who was able to help me out. Not just financially but she also offered that I could sleep at her’s, instead of being alone at night and keep going over the theft.
I accepted.

If I had not committed to my new “Yes” life, where I go with the flow, instead of plan against it, I would never have accepted an invitation like that, because it would mean using the first productive two hours of my Monday.
But now I did.
I said “Yes”.
And started the workweek having breakfast with my mother, who I love more than anything in the world. What better way to start!
After that, I went home and took care of paying the bills, and wanted to see how my yoga studio was doing. At night there had been a storm and a lot of basements had flooded. Since my studio is below ground level I wanted to know how it was doing, before teaching that night.
I called a friend if he felt like having lunch, and he accepted.
Making that Monday’s second social event, after the breakfast.

Other accomplishments Monday: wrote a blogpost for my yoga studo; gave  math tutoring; taught two yogaclasses and wrote a blogpost of my last sexual encounter with Mr.Big which I still had not gotten around to. I wanted to say: “I had not gotten around to processing the notes yet,” but that sounds so crazy right, that I make notes after sex..

Today I got up absolutely hungry for another productive day like that!
After two of them I knew living like this, basically came down to acting on first instinct and not sticking to anything premeditated.
So when this morning, mid-desk work, I wanted to look up one song, because next week I have to make a playlist for the Pop Quiz Yoga group and I knew a great song to open it with, I gave into the impulse.
And one song became a theme, which became an entire playlist, that took me two hours to create but it brought me so much joy.

There was one song that I couldn’t use for Pop Quiz Yoga, for various reasons, but that did struck me as my “theme song”.
It gave me such a high vibe. I think I have always have identified with it, but I suspect it’s especially now that I love my life so much, living it from instincts and enjoying it so much more, that it resonates with me even more:
Ricky Martin’s She Bangs.

And she bangs, she bangs
Oh baby
When she moves, she moves
I go crazy
‘Cause she looks like a flower but she stings
Like a bee
Like every girl in history

<3LSH
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The Rebel’s Way: Committing to an Unplanned Life

Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past,
stop planning the future,
stop figuring out precisely how we feel,
stop deciding exactly what we want,
and just see what happens.
~Carrie Bradshaw

This is going to be the hardest detox ever. Just last night, I created a miniature planning, for in my phone, and an extensive one, in my Passion Planner. 
Only to throw them out, when I realized what I was doing.

Relapsing to planning.

After basically wasting an entire holiday week on the consequences of getting my thumb stuck in the balcony door. Three medical visits, two sleepless nights, and a lot of pondering over: WHY LORD WHY?
When I already knew the answer.

The only other time God put me in ER was when I had also figured out my life; Scheduled my workweek around achieving my long term goals, my short term goals, my fitness goals. And leaving blank time windows for social events. EVERYTHING.
Bang!
ER for you.

So of course I knew the balcony door accident on the first night of my holiday was no “accident”. It was a wake-up call that I was living entirely against my nature.

The first time I realized I was walking on thin ice, was in the weeks prior, when I was studying a personal development system called The Four Tendencies. To my surprise, it classified me as a Rebel:
Someone who resists both outer and inner expectations alike.
And it dawned on me that my fancy planning, my accountability instruments, everything that I thought it was helping me, was the fastest way to unhappiness a Rebel could wish for.

Now I LOVE to plan. “Playing with my notebooks” as I like to call it. But what I failed to see was that the fun was in the making. And that in my case, it was undesirable and also unrealistic to then follow through on it. I was way better off getting up every morning and do whatever the fuck I wanted to do. Instead of sticking to a plan of first doing yoga, then have breakfast, then shower, then work. And to not do social events on week days, because I wanted to have the weekends off.
And so on.

I didn’t actually stick to the plan (although not without feeling guilty), but I do remember that the only part I did master was saying no to social events…  And regretting it to up to fourteen days later, knowing:
“This is not the way Life is meant to be lived.”

Well, turns out, for other people it is…
They thrive on knowing their priorities, being able to stick to their goals, and have far less need for spontaneity.  And although the other Four Tendency types have their own internal mechanisms to help them stick to their plans, there is ONE type who has virtually no way of getting himself or herself to do anything they don’t want to.

And that’s the Rebel.

It explains why I get pleasure from planning (the activity itself is the reward) but then fail at executing it. I don’t have mechanisms of accountability that work.
And there is more.

Whenever I felt well… “accomplished” in life, would not exactly be the right word, but whenever I finished something I dreaded doing, it was NEVER finished or done at the time, or by the system I had put in place.
It was always done after first trying to plan it, failing, planning, failing, planning, failing, planning AND THEN?
I did it.

My thesis from Uni got done after writing at my parents house, for weeks. Yet I know that it wasn’t “a magic formula” that I could have tried earlier.

All my ten books were published in the slow summer weeks of 2017. After spending eight years (!!) working every trick in the book to make myself publish them.
And again: there was no magic recipe. It was just… time.

And now, we’re in the last days of April 2018, and I already decided this week that I m no longer going to plan, schedule and spend 15 hours a week on PR and other extras for my yoga business.
And that I am going to invest those hours in promoting my writing.

Until today, when I got up and realized this was the first day of my UNPLANNED life. So whatever I wanted to do with those freed up hours? Was unplanned as well!

All my major achievements had come from me doing whatever I wanted.
And all disappointments had come from me wanting to make myself do stuff.

Sometimes it was understandable that I tried to make myself do things; When you want your diploma, or you want to publish the books you wrote.
Of course it is completely valid to try and give it your best shot. Work against your nature. Even if it does cost you eight years before you finally, for unknown reasons, are able to muscle through it and do what you were set out to do.
It seems to be necessary evil.

But planning the daily stuff you want to do for your business, your art, or your fitness? That’s unnecessary evil that completely knocks the fun out of life.
And in my case also sets me up for failure, which is in itself a good enough reason to never do it again. I need to stop making the fish climb the tree and tell it off for not being able to do so.

And something else to consider, something which I have experienced so much the last few years that it brings tears to my eyes:
Planning speeds up time.

It takes you out of the moment, and into your internal rat race with everything you need to do. And if you have to pull your head out of your daily to-dos to savor life, be conscious of what is going on around you, what your body or your soul needs, what other people need; You re not going to do it.
At least I wasn’t.
It took so much concentration to shift gears, mix up tasks, that once I had that focus on all the shit I needed to do, I simply could not afford to drop the ball, and LIVE my life. I just kept speeding.

They say planning takes the guess work out of your day, but now I realize I have no desire at all to live a life without guess work. The guess work in the sense of moving from intuition and instincts – or how other people formulate it starting the day with; What do I want to do?
That instinct was how all my books were written.
They were written by LS Harteveld and her guess work.

It’s how my books got published too.
It’s what brought me all my lovers, my friendships, and what marked all the great and memorable days of my life.
Guess work. Intuition. Doing whatever the f I wanted to do.

And all the other days of my life were lost in the void of trying to make myself do things I didn’t want to do.
That were not my first instinct.
That have already shortened my life.
Damaged my productivity.
and probably also my financial success, by trying and planning, and making myself do stuff that was not my free choice.
That was not aligned.

Maybe that is what this post, or my life’s choice, is really about; Alignment.
It’s not a sexy or catchy word, but I would say I m moving from planning life, back to being in alignment with life.
I don’t want to speed up one single day of my life, by unnecessary planning.

Even if my aligned life doesn’t bring me success, in the monetary sense, it will still be highly successful.
Because it gave me back my Life.

<3LSH
An Unexamined Life is Not Worth Living

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I’m ready to live on my own: #DailyKat stops

The #DailyKat archive is on this page.

day 41 Thursday 26 April

I m here behind my computer to do #DailyKat, 11 P.M., and suddenly I know: I’m done with #DailyKat, my project of reading one Katrina Ruth blogpost a day and reposting it.
But I m done for the best reason imaginable: because I ve moved on in the direction she encourages you to take.
Closer to my heart.
Closer to being FULLY me.
So I’m now committed to my own daily posting here, on this blog Daily LS Harteveld.
And today I announced that from this day forward, I will see myself as a writer. No longer as a yoga teacher.

Which is a strikingly similar choice to the one Katrina Ruth made, when she switched from being a personal trainer to seeing herself as a writer, although she intended to quit personal training entirely if I recall correctly.

Another thing that happened this week is that her team upgraded the website and now I can access all Katrina Ruth programs, which I bought over the past 18 months, all at the same time!
I want to start (re-)doing those!

For those two reasons (finding my own power, and the possibility to go deeper with her paid content) the weeks where I needed the daily boost of her blog are over.
But I could never have come here without this project. I ve internalized so much of her advice.
“Success can never come from a place of the wrong service!”
“ALWAYS listen to your soul.”
“Have FAITH.”

All things which can be directly linked to me choosing writing over trying create more profitable yoga classes. I like my current students and my current classes. And yoga will serve as a welcome time away from my desk, as a writer. Ironically I feel it will make me an even better teacher, now that yoga doesn’t have to pay the bills anymore.

Although I intend to keep teaching yoga until I m old, I feel that by choosing writing I am turning the page. The second half of my life will be about something else.
Writing.
Speaking.
Messaging.
Exactly the things Katrina Ruth knows best.

I started #DailyKat as a fan. And I m ending it on the same high note. I feel she kind of shaped me, in -dare I say- the most pleasurable way imaginable. I doubt I will ever get enough of her! And my new identity and profession, as a writer, only allows me to put her words to practice even more fully.

So if you want a similar experience, follow Katrina Ruth’s blog, Facebook, YouTube.

And never forget Kat’s most important lesson:
Life is now. Press play.

<3LSH
An Unexamined Life is Not Worth Living

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I m breaking up with yoga

this is me tying the knot with writing

The buildup to this major life event was unceremonious: squashing my thumb in the balcony door.
And the slow and painful recovery that followed.
But even on another inspection by the doctor, it wasn’t broken nor infected.

My mother also had an accident. Five days before me. She fell and was covered in blood, half her face was damaged, her eye thick and closed.
Seventy-two hours later?
Eyes clear, wounds/ skin fully healed, and the only thing that reminded of her accident was one black bruise that had settled itself along her cheek and nose lines.

When the doctor was done with me, she asked me how my mother was doing.
I answered:
“She’s great! It’s one of the reasons I keep thinking something is wrong with me. She recovered from that horrible fall within days. Not dragging it on, like me.”

I heal slower than someone decades older than me and with a fifty percent gene overlap. Good thing I stopped drinking, in response to this accident, because my body is obviously going to need all the help it can get. I did finish what was still in the bottle. Half a glass. I didn’t wanted to throw it out. And I also didn’t want my last glass to be right before my thumb got stuck.
That would not have been festive at all.
I wanted my step to abstinence to be happy, peaceful and conscious.
And it was.

I m now midway in my holiday week, and yesterday was my “active resting day”, as they call that in fitness. With me, that meant socially resting.
I didn’t have anything planned, aside from the doctor’s appointment. 

I went shopping for presents, took myself out for a meal and pondered a lot about my work as a yoga teacher.

The past few weeks I started creating an online yoga program, but it was based on the idea that creating those videos would take the place of a normal yoga practice. After the thumb accident, and my mother falling, I knew I had to do better.
More rest, less work, and a genuine home yoga practice were required, if I planned on getting as old as my mother, without turning into a whining, crackly old lady.
Working seven days a week, or skipping my home yoga practice were not an option anymore.

Seated at the restaurant, counting, scheduling, writing in my notebook, I came to the conclusion that was inevitable but that I could not accept before I had the hard proof on paper.
I had to stop my online yoga program.
The only way I could sustain my yoga business, and focus on writing (more about that later) was if I downsized teaching yoga to the absolute minimum. Which would mean:
– no online yoga program (which cost me fifteen hours a week)
– only create content for my yoga studio blog after I had spare time.

The moment I will get serious with my writing (yes, yes, more about that later) I can spare about five hours a week, for my yoga business.
And there will be times (like now) when that will go entirely to studying my new course topic, as the topic changes every eight weeks.
So I prepare my classes, and also create yoga schedules for my students if they want an outline of what we did in class.

That all comes first.

Which means that a lot of the time those five hours, will already be dedicated to creating my classes and my studio program.
I kept puzzling, planning, writing my notebook between courses, and realized:
Choose writing.
Cut back studio.
PERIOD.

This is the way it has to be.

My ideal would be not doing ANYTHING, ever again for the yoga studio, that wasn’t about creating classes or teaching.
I don’t want to invest in marketing yoga anymore, nor in creating an online program.

Not if I could also put all that effort into something else:
marketing my writing.

Since my books came out, I ve done ZERO.
Absolutely nothing.
At the time it made sense, since at that time in particular I saw myself as a yoga teacher first. It has been my source of income since 2003.
And I knew writers didn’t make any money (unless they accepted assignments) so it made no sense to even try and put my work out there.
But things have changed.
Something bigger is at stake.

Maybe it’s because I don’t feel comfortable fully showing myself as a yoga teacher. I am still, to this day, trying to stay within the lines of what is accepted of a yoga teacher. 

I have chosen.
I am a writer.

Not because I think being a writer is easier, or make me more financially successful. But because it allows me to totally be myself, and to develop as a human being, an entrepreneur, and even a yogi, in the way that suits me. Without having to fit into a box.
It’s a relationship that accepts me, for me.

From this day forward, for better of for worse, in sickness and in health,
I choose to be a writer.

<3LSH
An Unexamined Life is Not Worth Living

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Harlot Holiday (alcohol free)

The first Monday of my holiday week was not  “harlotty” at all. But Harlot refers to a magazine that was looking for copy, and I sent them my Dutch White Tigress guide, on how to live a strong and sexually active life on your terms.

That email was by far the most frivolous thing I did. The rest was all work.
Despite this weekend’s profound insight that God would keep throwing bricks (and this time I might not get off with squashing my thumb with the balcony door) unless I changed my ways and started enjoying things like weekends and holidays, instead of using them as an extension of my workweek, I suspected one day didn’t matter.

One day could still be sacrificed in order to finish things up.

I had planned to do hours of admin and I had a business appointment, but it would all be done at 4 PM. Except that the heating failed on me, and I had to stay home the entire day to get it fixed, push my appointment back, and also – my injured thumb required medical attention.
Which by the way, it still didn’t get, even though I tried the best I could given the fact that I was unable to leave the house.
So in a way I manifested my own prediction.

Instead of being off at four, my finance and waiting and trying to reach the doctor’s office, really did take me one entire day.
At 9 PM, I made my escape out of the house and I cycled to my yogastudio to clean it, so that I had at least some exercise. And also so that I didn’t have to do the cleaning today, for the other teachers who are not having a week off from teaching.

Now I do have the rest of the week off, my heating and hot water are up and running, my finances are taken care of, and my thumb is still attached to the rest of my body, so I m just assuming it will hold up for the rest of the holiday week.
Time for fun.
Time to get harlotty.

Which brings me to the major changes I made after Thumb Gate.

The first was, like I said, the decision to start taking time off.
Holidays and weekends would from now on be “reserved” for writing, or hobbies, or men, or anything spontaneous or absolutely nothing.

They were free.

But there was more, that I got clarity on.
Based on the fact that Thumb Gate proved that I was prone to accidents, when I worked too hard.

First half of that sentence  being:
I was prone to accidents.
Now, from all the things a body or a mind can default to in times of stress, I will choose this weakness anytime over getting depressed, getting burned out, getting fatigued, or having some unsanitary part of your personality taking over your life and causing mayhem and despair.
I’ll take the accidents.
But it is also a pretty scary weakness, and one that deteriorates with age. Falling and breaking bones is the number one scare among senior citizens, so it is a weakness that will not get better by itself.
In fact it will get worse.
And that’s when I made my next two important decisions.

One.
I was quitting all alcohol. Again. I have been on and off for a couple of years now. My longest time without Chardonnay was fourteen months and two weeks, and although I suspect to this day that it was this habit that allowed me to only need four, five hours of sleep, I didn’t really regret it when I started it again.
Not-drinking had not brought me what I had expected (I didn’t realize the needing less sleeping, until later) and I wanted to have that bourgeois feeling of putting my lips to that glass.
Now I m more focused on the totally not bourgeois idea of falling down the stairs or whatever. Plus not drinking will improve my hormone levels, and make it impossible to waste time doing things that require drinking in order to level them out. Such as working too hard, or agreeing to social obligations without genuinely looking forward to them.

Abstinence is the quickest way to detox my life from anything that needs toxins in order to deal with it.

Two.
I was going to do my own yoga practice, in addition to, but definitely before, making my yoga videos. I installed making yoga videos for a number of reasons but one of the main ones, was that it would make me practice yoga.
And with that, I had an alibi to give up my struggle of getting a home yoga practice.

But I now realize that making videos will very likely not give me the self-control, the calm, and the stability a real yoga practice does.
And more importantly; Making yoga videos will not to prevent me tumbling over and break shit. I really need more than an alibi not to practice.

I need to do real yoga.

By the way, other (normal?) yoga teachers usually believe they have to practice yoga in order to be a good yoga teacher.
I still resist that whole idea.
I have never, in my entire history of doing yoga, or taking classes, been able to see a connection between how much someone practiced yoga, and how good a teacher they were.
And if I did see a correlation, it was a reversed one.
The best teachers surprisingly often broke every rule in the book, including the one that said they had to practice.

A chef doesn’t have to cook at home. A painter doesn’t have to paint his own house. And a yoga teacher doesn’t need a self-practice.

But a 45 year old yoga teacher who knows that her weak spot is working too hard, relaxing herself by drinking, and hacking her self-practice by making monotizable yoga videos?
She would benefit from old-school yoga, quitting drinking, sleeping in, saying yes, getting laid, laughing more, and throwing her planning and her work schedule over the balcony.

And this time without getting her thumb stuck when closing the door.

<3LSH
An Unexamined Life is Not Worth Living

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God whispers. But if you don’t listen he’ll throw bricks at you.

The most annoying thing about getting my thumb squashed by the door to the balcony, was that I wasn’t able to write.
Not because my left thumb was instrumental to either holding a pen, or typing, because it wasn’t. But because the pain would get so intense it would immediately draw all awareness to the band-aid covered digit.

Instead, I was allowed to do what normal people do on a weekend.
Meet a friend in Utrecht.
Sleepover at my mother’s house.
Travel.
Go to warm sunlit birthday parties.

But the moment I reached for my new diary to take some notes in order to write about it, when I could write about it, the pain in my thumb shrieked.
“You CAN’T write about it!”

Aside from not being able to write there were other costs as well.
Cab fare to and from the hospital in the middle of the night.
One whole night of sleep, because I couldn’t sleep from the pain. Not even after they had drilled a whole in the nail, to take the pressure off.

It got the edges off, the strongest pain was gone, but it was still not enough to be able to sleep. I think I slept 2,5 hours total that night.
The thumb cost me a show from Rafael, who turned out to have a gig in Utrecht that night.
I was convinced I was predestined to go, but in the end I realized I was more predestined to go to the ER for the second time to get my thumb checked out.

The nightly treatment had not been the miracle cure the doctor had promised, and I wanted to make sure the thumb was not going to cost me a second night of sleep.
But all the other things?
The things that after the incident, I knew I HAD TO change and I was DONE with?
The things that suddenly became crystal clear?

That was the message this whole accident was about.

Because I have been in ER only once before in my life, after a strikingly similar buildup of events!

Just like now, I had totally nailed “life”.
I knew exactly what to do, and when to do it. I had a planning, which included an editorial calendar for both my writing biz as well as my yoga. I created content for both on a regular basis and I knew where I was going, why, and what I was doing along the way.

I was a productivity machine then, as I was now.
THAT’s when God started throwing bricks.

In 2014 it was with a painful burn with boiling water, now it was the balcony door. And in all the other years, the rest of my life, where I just did whatever I liked?
Nothing.

God was quiet.

He only steps in when I plan out my life to the minute and promise myself I can take the weekends off, if I have everything done by Thursday.
Fridays are always filled with obligations and appointments that take me away from home from 10 AM till 8 PM, so my desk workweek is four days.
And if in those four days, I do what my calendar tells me to do?
Then I can have the weekend off.
….
?
No.
No, no, no, no no.

The weekends are ALWAYS off.
And the moment you forget that, on a Friday night opening a work filled “holiday” week by writing a blog post (Mr.Big) which you consider a downtime activity after coming home at 8 PM;
Then God will throw you a brick.

A black, pierced nail.

And for six months it will stick to you and be a visible reminder that;
The weekends are off.
Holidays are off.
And you can write any time you like, but if He catches you again, wearing yourself out and punishing yourself with a crazy woman work schedule;
He will take writing away from you too.

Because God whispers.
But if you don’t listen he’ll trow bricks at ya.

<3LSH
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“You are still holding on. Let go!”

I never thought of myself as a particularly  good yoga teacher.
Not that there is anything wrong with my teaching skills.
I regard them very highly.

I know how to use my voice, and  my classes are calm and relaxing.
But my personality, my gifts, that which I really want to offer, could offer, and sometimes even do offer, is not what people expect of a yoga teacher.
At least not from a vegetarian, India traveling, retreats teaching, natural fabrics wearing, diligently AM morning practicing yoga teacher;
an image that has been dominating the media.

Nor do I live up to the standards yoga teacher training set for me.
In fact I made it a point not to.
I’ve always felt that there was something innately wrong with behaving the way a yoga teacher was supposed to behave. And yet I ve concluded a million times that despite my pointless efforts to get a daily AM yoga practice the last decade or so;
I would get up at 5AM and snap right into my yoga practice if I would have a corporate job!
And would quit drinking.
And could even go as far as becoming vegan.
Just to prove I was different and not an average corporate employee.

My last post here explains that this is a Rebel tendency.
When yoga is an act of rebellion, I want to do it. With a chance of adding the clean eating and the self-control that is associated with serious yoga practitioners.

{ If you are curious which personality type you are take the test here and/or read my post here }

So although I would probably join the 5 A.M. self-practice yoga class at a glamorous studio, if I worked in a corporate setting;
As a yoga teacher, I can’t possibly make myself do something that is considered best practice for my profession.
Nor adopt habits that are considered mandatory in my industry. In fact, like I said: I make it a point not to do that.

And even when I can see how the AM practice could be beneficial for me? Spending less time at my desk, getting really good at yoga? My 19 year old thighs back? Still not possible. Not going to do it. No matter how many challenges I embark upon.

Now that I know this, I think I have tweaked it for the rest of my life.
It’s something that I’ve toyed with on and off for the last couple of years. But after realizing I am the rebel type, I know I was on the right track, and that this is gonna stick;

My personal, rebellious way of doing a home practice is not normal yoga. But consists of making yoga and fitness videos. It’s monetizable. It’s work. It’s not a proper, moving inward, grown-up practice.
And it still might give me my thighs back too!

Because I ve calculated that at nineteen, I did four one hour workouts a week. Which is exactly the amount of practice I get now as well.

So knowing I had the Rebel tendency, helped me solidify that. But there was something else, beside the lack of self-practice, that was bothering me;
My view on things. My wisdom.

And for at least one whole day, I thought that having the Rebel label attached to them, was the definite verdict I was a bad yoga teacher.
Aside from the quality of my actual yoga teaching, which is good.

But I felt my Rebel status disconnected me from the other tendencies, who were far more common than mine. Sure, I knew I would be able to teach other Rebels how to live a good life. According to their unique set of values. But the system clearly stated Rebels were extremely rare.
So I felt my wisdom was useless to others.

Because my wisdom is based on something that only Rebels “can” do, or want to do; to be completely free of expectations.
To never expect a certain outcome, and instead only do the things which they want to do, on a soul level.
Never expecting anything in return.

And every time I meet a new frustrating situation, a person, a wrong doing, a disappointment, everything, I see it as a sign that I have inner work to do.
As Kylo Ren said it;
“No, no! You are still holding on!”

Frustration, to me, has become a sign I did something expecting a certain outcome. Not because I wanted to – at that moment – be with that person, do that work, spend that time, give that love.
But that I did it because I wanted to be rewarded for it.

“Let go!” Kylo Ren shouts.

So for a brief moment, I thought that my liberating insight was useless. Because I could suddenly see that it was only liberating for me. That the other types of the personality test, would probably not benefit from being free, the way I did.

So if my deepest insights into true happiness were useless to about 95% of other people, then I really was a bad yoga teacher.
I felt horrible.

Until, a little voice in my head reminded me of the great sages of history.
The wisdom of Tantra, Buddhism, Christianity. Had they not all said the same? To enjoy the work for the work.
To detach from the outcome.
To love and to open your heart because that is your way to enlightenment, not
 because someone will respond exactly the way you want them to.

Had not all of them said exactly the same thing as Kylo Ren?

“No, no! You are still holding on. Let go!”

And I realized that being a Rebel was far more compatible with being a yoga teacher, than I had ever imagined.

<3LSH
An Unexamined Life is Not Worth Living

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A Good Writer *cross out* A Rebel Writer Needs No Bush

I honestly double checked that.
Does the translation of the Dutch saying;
“Good wine doesn’t need a crown.”
Really translate to:
“Good wine needs no bush”?
That would make some title!
I couldn’t believe my luck.
But apparently it does, that is the correct translation.

And I will leave it up to you to make any assumption you like about my pubic hair. Because what I’m talking about is this;
That for such a long time I have been convinced that my writing, my life, my business, that which I do every day, is only one hundred percent aligned IF it matches a single criterium:

Would I still do it if no one would appreciate it?

If there were no money, no acclaim, no likes on Facebook?
No retweets, no readers, no “bush” waiting as a reward?
Or – taking it even further – would I still do that, choose that, live like that, write like that, if it would actually cost me something?
More time, money, credibility, clients?
The list could be endless.
And I confess that in my own head, I do make it a challenge that the list should be endless!
Down to the point where I am considering;

Would I still do this, if it would cost me MY LIFE?
..
And then I’m deeply disappointed if I conclude that I would back down even a tiny bit before the ultimate sacrifice.
Seeing that as a sign that I still have so much inner growth to do. So many expectations to let go off.

The conclusion that, apparently, I am still not fully aligned with something that is so important that I will stand for it.
No matter what I lose, or unleash, or suffer.

That I have such a long way to go.

But yesterday something happened which made me realize two things.
1; Yes. I was right.
I do still have expectations to ditch and risks to take, to free myself fully and deliver the message, books, and blogs that come from the deepest layers of my soul. Without me filtering it. So I do want to liberate myself and I was right about that.
But.
2. That this path of liberation of all expectations, including oneselves, is a personal path. It is what will bring me the highest satisfaction. Give me the feeling of a life well-lived.
Me.
But not others.

Not unless we share a crucial part of our personality- something I will tell you about in a minute.

But the general truth is that although my biggest epiphanies over the last few years, have always been around letting go of expectations – and because the results were so profound and even intoxicating and addictive in their effect – that this does not give any guarantees that this experience or knowledge is transferable onto others.

Even if I would succeed in convincing others to live only from the heart, devoid of need to be accepted by others, it would not give any guarantees they would get the same “outcome” of feeling relieved, released, and high on their own accomplishments.
Unless, like I said, we share a character trait.

This is how to find out if we do;
In 2015 Gretchen Rubin published a book called “Better than Before”, where she gives over thirty strategies to improve your habits. To determine if a strategy is suitable for you, she gives you a framework called The Four Tendencies.
In 2017 she published a book, about those Four Tendencies alone.
And as a result YouTube will give you numerous long seminars on “Gretchen Rubin, Four Tendencies” because she used this framework on two promotional tours, for both books.
The Four Tendencies are about managing, and responding, to expectations. And although Gretchen states in about every lecture she gives that “most people” recognize themselves immediately, and only some really need the test;
I suggest you take the test.

I was clueless, my hunches were wrong, so I was happy I took the test.
And I ll explain, what The Four Tendencies are.

First, there’s the Questioners.
Questioners are able to commit to any new habit, willing to meet any expectation, and follow any rule – both self imposed as well as outer imposed – once they’ve asked enough questions and are convinced it makes sense to act accordingly.
I took the quiz with a Questioner, and she told me how being allowed to ask questions, without being judged as someone in resistance, or stalling, was vital for her in order to function. And I know for a fact her performance is excellent. But before she can deliver that value she needs to know exactly what’s going on. And why.
If you work with a Questioner, answering his or her questions is the price you have to pay, in exchange for their allegiance.
And if you are a questioner yourself, knowing exactly why you want to commit to a new habit, or knowing exactly why you do something, is vital in order for your own internal commitment.

Next up are Obligers.
Although I have to say, Gretchen, seriously? Obligers? I think this unappealing title doesn’t do justice to something else Gretchen says; that there are no right and wrong tendencies.
That it’s all about knowing yourself, and turning your limitations into an advantage.
So I beforehand excuse myself for the label “Obligers”. I don’t think it’s particularly inspirational. Maybe we can think of a new term.
Anyway.
For Obligers, the primary motive is outer accountability and appreciation. This means that any goal they set for themselves where they create outer accountability, will get done.
Any task they connect to the well-being of their family, the responsibility towards their children, their loyalty towards their boss or co-workers?
It shall be done.
The hack can be as simple as installing an app to log your progress – but bottom line is that successful habits in Obligers come from creating outer accountability. And to quit beating yourself up for example because “you should be able to do that for yourself.”

Accept, hack, and thrive.
And that goes for all the tendencies.

Next are Upholders.
If you’re familiar with Harry Potter; Hermoine Granger is an Upholder. Upholders want to, and will, succeed in anything they set their minds to. Up to the point that they simply cannot stop on a certain path, even when they realize it has started to limit them, and is not bringing the results they had expected.
Once they commit, they can’t quit.
Another example of Upholders is that I ve taken the test with two Upholders and both of them murmered when it came to the question on their discipline:
“Well, I guess other people will think I m disciplined.”
Clearly indicating that as far as they could see, it wasn’t that they were particularly special or good at something. But that their excellence was merely based on others being weak, when it came to matters of discipline!
An Upholder will remember exactly when they missed a day of work, a workout, or that time in their lives when they feasted on ice cream.
“Well, I guess others will think I m disciplined.”
Clear sign of an Upholder.

Finally, last in line (literally, because they don’t want to be part of the group) are Rebels.
Rebels resist both outer and inner expectations alike. Donald Trump is a Rebel, and Gretchen confesses that when he didn’t show his tax returns, even after he had said he would? She almost died in disbelief. This was not possible! If you said you would do something, you have to do it!
You know what?
No.
You don’t.
One thing I ve always admired about Donald Trump, as well as about rebellious right wing politicians we have here in the Netherlands, is that they brutally expose how dependent “sane”, “good”, “honest” politicians are on the idea that everybody should be playing by a certain set rules.
And that they’re toast if you refuse to do that.
Don’t get me wrong; my vote always goes to the most extreme left wing party I can find. But I do have admiration for those right wing “bullies”.
Because my line of thinking is this;
“If you cannot tackle that? If you get frustrated with him? Then your strategy has got holes. Big ones!”
The fact that Donald Trump could become President of America (without getting the most votes even), exposes the loop holes in the Democratic Party, in the Republican Party, the election system, as well as in the severe limitations of the debating skills of the opponents, the moment somebody refuses to play by the rules.
As much as I dislike Donald Trump, I can’t suppress the feeling that he was just a sign of the times. That if you think the problem is “Donald Trump”, that you don’t see the bigger picture. Which is: “How do we fix that hole?”
That it was America’s, or the Democrat’s or any sane person’s expectation that anyone in politics should be following the rules. That getting the right guy in place had gotten so dependent on everybody playing by the rules, that no one was agile enough to counter Donald Trump. And with his complete lack of tact, his loudness, his money, and his career, you cannot say you didn’t see him coming.
Just that you didn’t bother to fix your net.

So that’s me as well.
I m a Rebel.
I expose holes in the net.

I am (was!) on a mission to prove that expectations and rules are the devil. That they slow us down and distract us. They make us waste precious time thinking about what should.
Instead of about what is.

Trump and me are just using an opportunity, a weakness, that you knew existed a long time ago. You just refused to do something about it. And now you’re disappointed. You thought you could expect a certain behavior from us.
And we proved you wrong.

I did two yoga teacher trainings;
At the first they said that although it was a four year training, they encouraged you to take longer in order to let all the knowledge sink in. To get a deeper understanding of what the training was about.
As a result? I finished it in the shortest time possible. As the only one of my year.
In the second training they asked my written commitment on day one which I refused to give; and for me to do yoga daily, and keep a log.
Which I did, but then I started resenting the training so much I wanted to quit.
They “saved” me, and hauled me back in. And I was, and am, grateful for that. But I was still angry that they tried to control the amount of yoga I did at home. That they had saved me from quitting, didn’t change that.
I felt really bad about that – I knew I owed them a diploma that was worth €2000. But nevertheless, I felt that they deserved my contempt for manipulating me into home practice.

Being a Rebel I had delivered the exact opposite of what they wanted in the first teacher training. And in the second I did deliver what they wanted, but I was so disgusted because the only way I could do that was by meeting their expectations, that I felt that diploma came at way too high a cost.
And I didn’t practice yoga for four months after.

All those memories came back after taking Gretchen Rubin’s test to the Four Tendencies.
But also: something else.
A deep insight that my opinion that rules and especially the expectations we hold are the devil – is such a deeply personal one.
That it is rooted in my rebel heart.
Where I really do belief that if you make yourself dependent on the approval of others, you nearly “deserve” to be disappointed, by an election result, by money not coming in, by not receiving any likes on Facebook, and no subscriptions to your blog.

Your disappointment is a lesson to only do the work for the work.
And not for the result.
That it really is only about, and should only be about, the journey.

After reading Gretchen Rubin’s work, I know, all that is not true. All those paragraphs about doing your own work, and being soul aligned? Very likely- not true. Not for most of us, anyway.
Because most of us, will feel warm and loved and a sense of belonging and a life well lived if we are surrounded by people who love us for what we do or who we are.
It’s just some. A few.
The Rebels.
THEY are the ones who will feel liberated and free and as if they are living the life God intended for them, once they have cut the ties with all expectations. Including their own.

Who will, for example, crawl behind their computer every single day, even on a Friday night right before midnight, to write a post.
Without ANY expectations.
Those people?

Need no bush.

<3LSH
An Unexamined Life is Not Worth Living

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That thing I said I’d never do… is here.

There are so many things I said I’d never do.
But honestly?
This was the only one where not my inability to commit, not my slacker behavior, nor (on the opposite) the threat of getting addicted to it, was telling me NO.

It was something else.

The reason I never committed to blogging daily is because I thought people would immediately UNsubscribe.
Get TRIGGERED.
HATE ME.
Leave… never to return.
And I didn’t want that.

Even though I get emails every day, from Katrina Ruth, whose blog I follow diligently.
And Kat writes not just blogs!
I also get promotional content from her.

Yet, I never considered unsubscribing. On the contrary: I get inspired by her productivity.
I’ve toyed with the idea of blogging daily for over a year. But I always let it go. Mainly because of reasons I just mentioned.

I didn’t want to scare subscribers off.
But this is different.
This is called DAILY. So you’ll know it’s DAILY.

So now I can really say: See you tomorrow!

<3LSH
An Unexamined Life is Not Worth Living

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