So on Friday I wrote a personal blog post and then bolted out of town for the weekend. Comments and emails poured in but I had limited internet access or time for responding. But I read every single one and I appreciate that people took the time to reach out to me, to share their own stories. This is very and powerful and healing in itself.
Much of my depression can be attributed to my lack of cash, and the feeling that I’ve been working and working and busy and tired, but have no money to show for my work. As Carol Horton pointed out to me by email: “…there is something depressing about the fact that you’ve accomplished so much when it comes to contributing to a more progressive, non-commercial yoga discourse – and yet here you are at the end of the year, broke.”
Yeah, I know.
But of course there is no money to be made in furthering a progressive, non-commercial yoga discourse. How could I expect to make money criticizing commercial yoga culture?
And yet commercial yoga culture is in need of criticism. As yoga journal announced last week, billions of Americans (and other citizens of the world) are doing yoga and it’s making billions of dollars. As someone whose work situates myself on the margins of mainstream yoga culture, I’m not making a cut of that money. I mean, how could I?
Desperate times call for desperate measures, right? Desperate times also fuel creativity. As an absolute last resort, I decided to use what I got to make some cash: books. About yoga. To cash in on the commercial frenzy of the holiday season, I have set up a tour of “pop-up book shops” to hustle 21st Century Yoga in yoga studios around Montreal.
It’s better than job hunting. And I think it’s even going to be fun. Check out my fb event for the itinerary and if you’re in town, stop by. Buy a book. Take a class.
Thank you everyone for the comments, email, fb messages. Here is a video for you. How can we be depressed and self-absorbed in a world like this?