I’m writing to you from the Upper East Side. As in New York City.
It’s so good to be back here. I feel more alive. I am awake. Really awake.
Thursday night, as I was teaching in SoHo at Yoga Vida, there was this moment when I caught my reflection in the windows facing Broadway. The buildings across the street and all the sweaty bodies reflected behind me in the reflection, and I thought This is where I am meant to be. I’m home.
I feel very much at home and comfortable on the East Coast.
Those that know me in person know that I am a bit of an anomaly in California.
So, I am here and loving it.
(By life affirming I mean we: sing, dance, journal, laugh, cry, play, go upside down, do partner work, write letters to our younger selves, twist, sweat and create new ideas of who we are. That kind of life affirming.)
I’ve never done this before but last night, as I sat at dinner with Wayne Dyer’s 4 ridiculously amazing and talented daughters, Eric Handler whose baby is Positively Positive and Oprah people, I pinched myself.
I reached under the table and pinched myself.
(I was just checking.)
Here I am in cities that are not where I live, selling out workshops. People are showing up in droves because they have read my words. That is my dream. Holy guacamole! They have read my words and have been so moved or affected that they came to my workshop which cost money. The green kind.
Here I am in the Village having a 5 hour lunch with my muse, the superstar and best selling author Karen Salmansohn, who also writes for Oprah. Telling her I would love to write for Oprah as well. (Wouldn’t you know just a few hours later I am at dinner with Oprah people and they are saying ” You should write for Oprah.com.”) Karen and I couldn’t part ways. Soul sisters is an understatement.
Here I am at a trendy Thai place in the Meat packing District of Manhattan having dinner with these folks and laughing my Pad Thai stuffed face off.
Three years ago I was asking: Egg whites or whole egg?. Chips or salad? More coffee?
Three years ago I was depressed and still did not have my hearing aid so I was half deaf and depressed. Ugh.
I had one of those moments last night where I simply stopped and acknowledged myself.
How often do you do that?
Like really, really acknowledge? Like the kind where you get goosebumps acknowledging?
Like when you get clear on what you have done and the goosebumps come.
Like when you get clear on who you are and the goosebumps come.
Like when you get clear on what you have overcome or broke through and the goosebumps come and never go away.
How often do we stop and acknowledge?
And, as my dear friend Frank Gjata always says: Acknowledge is Power.
(One of my favorite temporary tattoos of his from Conscious Ink.)
Lats night I looked at everyone at the table wearing my blue band. Yes, the misprinted ones that say Man-fest instead of Manifest. I sat across from the top producer at HARPO Studios wearing my blue bracelet as she ate her shrimp.
It was such a chuckle moment.
I love chuckle moments.
When I realize how life works and how sometimes it is just so comical. How easeful. How’s it’s like one big ride.
When they all started toasting me last night I had to laugh at the hilarity of it. Toasting me, Jennifer Pastiloff, for making last night happen, for bringing everyone together.
(Funny because that is what I think of myself as: The Connector. Not the Yoga teacher, but the Connector.)
I have Wayne Dyer, Oprah and Positively Positive all on my vision board next to NYC. I have a picture of Oprah and under it says “Oprah’s Favorite Things” where I taped the words “Manifestation Retreats.”
So yea, Oprah may not be at my next retreat just yet or saying that it is her favorite thing, but hot damn, her producers are having dinner with me, wearing my bracelets, asking me all about my blog. I’d say it was kind of a chuckle pinch me moment.
A CPMM: Chuckle Pinch Me Moment.
I may change my flight and stay for Oprah’s life class on Monday. My flight is out of Philly so I can be back for my early Equinox class Tuesday morning.
Last night I started to fret. I cannot miss another class. Bla. Bla. I have to get back. Bla bla.
I cannot recall the exact fretting. But it was something along those lines.
Then I thought: Wait a minute, Jennifer Pastiloff, just you wait a minute.
This is your dream, you nincompoop.
You would say no?
What am I afraid of?
Why would I say no?
Here it is. I am going to divulge the fear.
When I am happy I fear that it will be taken away, that I will wake up and be back to working at the Newsroom so I can say ” See, nothing good lasts.”
Eww, pop psychology is so cheesy and predictable.
I refuse to be cheesy and predictable.
My Equinox class will still be there for me if I miss one more to see Oprah.
I deserve to have my dreams come true.
There. I just said that.
Can you say that?
Join me please so I don’t feel like I am alone in a cab on the Avenue of Dreams all by my lonesome.
And guys? Bliss goes with everything.
Wear it all the time.
My most favorite tweet ever came last night from Serena Dyer.
Now, as you know, Wayne Dyer, her father, is my beloved teacher. She tweeted this:
The Dyer’s have adopted an honorary sister
@ManifestYogaJen, just call her Sennifer 🙂