Guest Posts, Jen Pastiloff, Jen's Musings


May 22, 2015

beauty-hunting-jen-logo-black1-300x88By Jen Pastiloff.

I warned you that I was going to start blogging again so here I am. Friday night. Feeling kind of disgusted with myself over how disorganized I am, how bad at time management, how messy. If you knew you wouldn’t be my friend anymore. Wait: Are you my friend? Will you be? Gah, I am so needy.

Sometimes I worry that the really earnest people who read me, that they won’t get my sense of humor. But I can’t worry about that, right? < Needy. needy. Right, right? It’s weird because I have this big following (again, barf at the term following) of love and light and namaste people who, when I post the “Don’t be an asshole” videos will say things like: You are not an asshole, Jen. You are human.

Totes. I know this. I know I am not an asshole but I kinda am. We all are kinda assholes, at least sometimes and if you aren’t in on that joke, you are missing the big joke of life. The big joke of life is that we absolutely cannot take ourselves so seriously because we are just not that important. (Cue: Jen, we are so important. We matter.)

We do matter. We are enough. But you know why I tell my yoga peeps not to take themselves seriously, especially at 7 a.m.? Because it is so fucking boring,

It is really boring. Ever hang out with someone who takes themselves really really seriously?

Excuse me while I pour myself a stiff drink because even the thought of that is just. too. much.

Scotch. I am now a scotch drinker because red wine (my beloved) is giving me a rash. I am a yoga teacher who barely practices, who drinks scotch, a writer who can’t type, a woman with no kids of a certain age. Label me. Go ahead. I’m over here laughing though because there ain’t no label big enough to fit me.

Okay, so I am kind of grossed out at my lack of skills. How have I gotten this far as a person in the world? (Answer in comments if you like. I am genuinely curious.)

I am so close to finishing this proposal for Girl Power: You Are Enough and I am sabotaging in every way imaginable.

I got a zit the other day and I went in the bathroom and pulled an old school Jen Pastiloff move. I picked the shit out of it. It bled then I put ProActiv on it that expired in 1999 then I got a scab which I scratched off and it bled again, which left a red scar. I put antibiotic on it lats night and my husband Robert asked me if I was drooling.

“Why is your face shiny?”

“I have Neosporin on my face. I picked it.”

“Stop picking your face.”

Right? I mean, why? I know why.

I’ll tell you why.

1) It gives me something to obsess on.

2) It gives me something to obsess on.

3) It gives me something to obsess on.

4) It gives me something to obsess on.

5) It gives me something to obsess on.

I am so not obsessive.


Okay, a little. A smidge. But, I am not an A type personality, so that’s weird. What am I? Who am I? << God, I am so needy.

Anyway, so now I have a nasty red mark by my mouth and a few others I went to town on and I start looking around going, “God, I am a mess. How do I function? Why don’t I read more? I suck.”

Yes, I know. I call this wallowing in your own suckery. This will be on the affirmation cards I am making to go with my teen book. On what not to do. Don’t be like me, yo. Teens, seriously, do not wallow. It’s so cliché . Also, don’t pick your face. It makes it worse. Don’t create something that wasn’t there to begin with. For the love of scotch. Or whatever teens drink. (What do they drink, nowadays?) As a teen I drank beer and Boon’s Farm and Seagram’s wine coolers and once, everclear. But I passed out then and went temporarily blind so I don’t mention that one.

The point of tonight’s blog? (God, you guys are so needy. Does there need to be a point? Whatever.)

The point is that I am looking for girls. And no, I am not some perverted old man. I want to hear from all you 3 teens that follow my blog. What are some of your struggles? When do you feel enough? Do you feel enough? (For fuck’s sake, you are. You are.)

I am sure your mom does not like me saying fuck. I have to figure out the cursing ratio in my book.

But girls? Don’t be like me. Let me be a cautionary tale. I get close to finishing or success or love or happiness and I…




This time I am not going to let that happen. Wanna know why? Because I am hitting publish and all 3 readers are going to email me and say:

Jen, don’t pick your face.

You don’t suck.

You need to finish this book so stop self-sabotaging.

Scotch is gross.

Stop picking.

Jen, stop taking yourself so seriously. Go write. You can’t see where you picked your skin and made it bleed. Get over yourself.

Jen, there’s hummus on your pants.

Jen, call your grandfather.

Okay, this is my brain talking, but dude, it helps to think I’ve got someone out there looking out.

I am going to do this, so fuck off self-sabotage. Just fuck off.


And you know, I am enough. In all my God help me function glory, I am. Because, um, here I am. I am not dead. I am very much alive and kicking. And that is something, my friends. My friend.

Wait: Are we friends????



My table. Shoot me for sharing this. Or send over a professional organizer.

My table. Shoot me for sharing this. Or send over a professional organizer.


ps~ I am flying to South Dakota to do a workshop next Thursday then Dallas then Aruba then Tuscany. You can imagine the self-sabotage headed my way, huh? Weeeeeee. 

Featured image courtesy of Jenna Stone.
Jen Pastiloff is the founder of The Manifest-Station. Join her in Tuscany for her annual Manifestation Retreat. Click the Tuscan hills above. No yoga experience required. Only requirement: Just be a human being. Yoga + Writing + Connection. We go deep. Bring an open heart and a sense of humor- that's it! Summer or Fall 2015. It is LIFE CHANGING!

Jen Pastiloff is the founder of The Manifest-Station. Join her in Tuscany for her annual Manifestation Retreat. Click the Tuscan hills above. No yoga experience required. Only requirement: Just be a human being. Yoga + Writing + Connection. We go deep. Bring an open heart and a sense of humor- that’s it! Summer or Fall 2015. It is LIFE CHANGING!

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  • Reply Pam May 22, 2015 at 9:44 pm

    SUPER LOVE this post…. because…. it’s so real … and … geeze, real is SO needed… and i am pretty sure we’re friends even though we’ve never met… although i’m not cool like you … and i can’t do yoga … but hey, if you ever need someone to type for you, let me know. I’ll be your brain’s fingers 🙂 YOU ROCK.

  • Reply Amy Sage Webb May 23, 2015 at 6:24 am

    This post comes to me after I feel like I tanked the end of a pretty good academic year with a storm of self loathing and alienation. I feel exploited and unsupported professionally, by students as well as colleagues, and I am disgusted by the degree to which I participate in everything I feel is exploitative. There’s not a failing I observe that I can’t read as my own self sabotage. And I realize the feeling will pass, but I wonder what I’m doing with my life and whether I’m going to make anything of it. As I ponder where I’m going, I wonder who will go with me, that old question of who my people are and whether I even have people. (Wait–are we friends?) So–are these storms character flaws or just seasons? Are these habits self sabotage or just exhaustion? And why do women in particular feel guilt for self-contradiction? Maybe this is exactly what makes us so resilient, that we hold high ideals for ourselves and suffer the pain of falling short of them. That we recognize our own role in what happens to us, as well as the impossibility of ever completely changing it. I am a childless woman, but I recognize that one of the great strengths of women is to nurture and let go of our progeny, be they creative or career or children. We love them in their flawed perfection. Why not love ourselves in our flawed perfection as well? Thanks for your brutally honest post and the healing it brings.

  • Reply Alexis Yael May 23, 2015 at 6:22 pm

    a) Whiskey – yes, please! (Red wine – yes, please, too. Thank goodness it doesn’t give me a rash!)
    b) Popping zits is satisfying. Because they pop! It’s the bodily fluid version of bubble wrap. Fun! But the red skin after does suck. I recommend popping other people’s zits. Just not in public, because gross.
    (I’m 40. I don’t have adult acne, I have acne that never ended. So I know from zits.)
    c) we have a friend in common (who after that zit comment may not want to be publicly named) so yes, we’re friends. We’d probably be friends anyway.
    d) we’re all assholes. And we’re all human. Being human means having and being an asshole. But, look on the bright side – if we didn’t have assholes, we’d explode from being filled with shit. Literally. Pop!
    e) zits on the brain. (On mother’s day, I saw a teenager couple popping each other’s zits. It would have been cute except we were all in the same hottub water, so it was super super gross. If I could have tumblr shamed them, I would have.)
    f) this comment brought to you by a few glasses of wine.
    g) you’re welcome. But sorrynotsorry about the zit comments.

  • Reply Kristine May 24, 2015 at 11:16 am

    I’m a picker, and I’m 40.
    I have a kid, but no husband. Men find me… complicated. I go to bed with my cat every night, and he bites me every morning.
    I don’t drink whiskey, and last week I got really really sick from 2 beers. So no alcohol for me.
    But I do my sun salutations every morning and my 10 minute meditation every night, and whenever your blog comes up in my Feedly I read every word. No matter who the author is.
    Thank you for being you.

  • Reply cecilia fasano May 23, 2017 at 8:51 am

    i love you jen … just had a glorious visit with four of the beautiful beings i met at your retreat. know what? i love them!! know what, they love me! know what? they are amazing and they add so much to my life.
    if you do nothing else, you have done THAT !! and, i love you. xx’s

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