When I was little my parents would have my brother and I crawl into their big bed and we would say the Rosary before we went to school. A shorter version, not the whole thing. I grew up Catholic but an accepting, open-minded and progressive sort of Catholic. Our own hodge podge of beliefs and values and messy love.
I really didn't like doing this before school. I wanted to eat breakfast and watch tv and probably put on more mascara. But in retrospect it was a really powerful time for us as a family and something that's stuck with me.
I, myself, have been playing with rituals and what works for me. Here's my morning rituals as of right now and what I'm loving.
I wake up to a normal alarm clock around 6:45 am. I keep my iPhone downstairs on Airplane mode for the evening. (I try to power down by 8 pm but sometimes by 9 pm.)
I make myself a delicious mushroom coffee. I haven't been drinking much coffee since this past March. I noticed it made me feel really, really anxious and overwhelmed so I switched to mushroom coffee which only has 40 mg of caffeine (like a chai tea) and mushrooms to support mental clarity, energy, etc.
Then in order to "unlock" my phone, I meditate. Some days it's five minutes and most days it's around 12. I'd love to work up to a 20 minute sit but I'm just not there yet. I breathe, sometimes listen to an Elena Brower or Tara Brach meditation and just sit. Lately I've noticed I've been offering up a lot of prayers and asking for some help. It feels good.
Then I start my day. Quiet, intentional, spacious and easy.
Since I was a little girl I've been documenting my life. From the time I could write I would handwrite out little newspapers called the "Third Grade Gazette," depending on what year I was in school, photo copy them and hand them out to everyone. Man, I got lot of grief for that but I loved it and I honestly didn't care.
I went to college for writing and majoring in Journalism and studied a lot of creative writing. Then I went on to a couple of internships and eventually landed a job working at National Geographic. I wrote in a blog I called "Ananda: Sanskrit for Bliss" during that entire time. It was on Blogspot and I can't find it now. Either way, it was a huge part of my life and something that brought me so much joy.
These past few years have been filled with so much change. Like a rapid fire, swirling kind of change where I couldn't get my finger on the pulse and wasn't sure what I'd say if I did. Pair that with an overly-curated world of Instagram and paid blog posts and all sorts of other content overload. I was burnt out. On all of it.
I need to write again. Because I just do.
I need to write mostly for me but also because I love community and vulnerability and creativity and all that good shit.
So allow me to reintroduce myself:
I'm Mary Beth LaRue. I'm an almost 34 year-old Virgo that lives in a bohemian-esque treehouse in Silver Lake, Los Angeles with my husband Matt and our eight-year-old bulldog Rosy. I love reading in our sunlit living room, practicing in my yoga space, exploring new neighborhoods, crafting yoga classes, being with our best friends and family. Oh, and I'm a yoga teacher and a mentor and the co-founder of Rock Your Bliss.
I feel much more in touch with my 12 year-old self lately than my 24 year-old self. I feel a sense of me-ishness that I never have before and will have a lot of write about in these next few months. Oh boy, like so much. And I can't wait.
Things I'm working to take off:
using my cell phone as a distraction
feeling like "not enough"
going down the rabbit hole with thinking
What I'm inviting in:
spaces of quiet in meditation or physical practice
being an ambivert
“But what will everybody think?”
How often has this question stopped you dead in your tracks?
I stayed at a job, in a relationship and in a city far longer than I needed to because of those five simple words. Repeatedly.
The funny thing is that we can usually narrow our “everybody” to about 4-5 people and it usually isn’t even a sampling of people that we find inspiring. Maybe it’s your super judgmental aunt. Or your high school teacher who said you wouldn’t amount to much. One of mine was an old boss at lululemon who told me that I’d never be a successful yoga teacher.
Who wants this crew sitting at the table of your most important, soul affirming decisions?
Here are a few ways I started to reclaim my “everybody” and shift the majority of the focus to what I wanted instead:
#1 List your muses.
I have a doc on my phone with a list of people who inspire me. In the yoga space, the recovery space, the coaching space.. But also just good eggs that are up to good shit in the this world. However, just because I look up to them doesn’t mean I’d take their opinion and forget my own. That brings me to number 2.
#2 Know Your “Move a Body” friends.
Brene Brown refers to a “move a body” friend as the friend you could tell absolutely anything and they’d never get judgmental or disgusted. You’d never have to preface anything with “but please don’t tell anyone.” This is a person whose advice you can trust wholeheartedly. I have two of these friends and neither live near me. But I could pick up the phone at 2 am and they'd be on the next flight out. To move the body, of course.
#3 Celebrate What You Love. And What You Don’t.
You can read every single self-help book under the sun. You can do a gazillion chaturangas. But unless you know who you are or what you love, you are going to be stuck in the same ol’ people pleasing, “do-it-for-the-Instagram-likes” cycle over and over again. Take time to celebrate what it is you love. You like that wall bright blue? Paint it. You want to try improv? Sign up. You don’t want to go to that party? Don’t go. If you haven’t already, start the best relationship of your life. The one with yourself.