Just so you realize how ridiculous of an ego episode this was, picture the setting: I'm propped up in bed with my MAC on my lap, wearing pajamas with chocolate stains down the front, a pint of Ben & Jerry's on the nightstand and reruns of America's Got Talent on TV. Pretty glamorous scenario right?
As I was browsing through Facebook a post caught my eye. Well, actually it made me gag on my Ben & Jerry's. Here's the funny thing about Facebook. No matter how pure and holy and respectable you make your posts, I remember you from high school. And I remember when you... well, you know what you did.
I'm so flummoxed over what I read that I have to click the link that goes with the post. I quickly realize there are some truths being hidden and some qualifications being stretched - a lot. This post in no way affects me personally, but for some reason I'm feeling indignant and righteous.
So what does a yoga teacher striving for enlightenment do in this situation?
Well I texted my sister of course and told her quick get on Facebook!
My sister, who always has my back, agrees that yes this post is a big load of manure. We then not-very-maturely spend some time texting barbs back and forth to each other about the post. My sister is very funny and some of her comments had me literally laughing out loud. But I won't reprint them here because this blog post is my attempt to improve my karma.
I looked at the post one more time and realized who cares? It's Facebook, after all.
This post has no power over me other than what I give it. This post can't take away the good work day I had. This post doesn't take away the progress I made with my clients today. This post doesn't negate the years of work and dedication I've put into my field.
This post is not about me.
This post, truthful or not, is hers and her karma to deal with. My reaction to it is my karma to deal with.
Thanks Facebook, another lesson learned along the yogic path.