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This is where the peeling begins

There. I said it. That horrible pun has been pinging around my mind since Thursday. When the peeling began.

It turns out my rooftop asana was canceled by rain, so I thought I’d have a reprieve from sweat and thus a chance at a tan. But the next morning showed a pink spot on my shoulder, and I knew the jig was up. Sometimes skin must be shed.

The upsides of surrendering were the back-to-back yoga classes I took Thursday night. I’m using a thirty-day voucher from one of those group coupon sites, which thank goodness for because otherwise I’m not sure I could afford to practice at such an upscale studio. But for now I’ve got twenty-something days before I need to worry about yoga money, and a fan-tas-tic place to practice in the meantime.

Last night I took a deeply fulfilling class that centered my spirit, and I have been trying to carry the energy with me ever since, in particular because I have a phone interview tomorrow that is important to me.

The interview is for what I’ve previously referred to as my “dream service job,” and I am still “in the delicious stage where I don’t yet know what’s decided.”

Like I said in a blog post back in June, “I am hopeful, because I believe the job will allow me to serve my country by doing something that I love, and intuition tells me I will find the work fulfilling.”

Balancing knowledge and hope requires care. Knowledge–or the lack thereof–can create hope falsely or falsely destroy it. It’s a layered task, sifting facts and feelings and deciding how to tell the truth. The art of sharing what’s true is at the heart of authentic communication, and a craft I encourage everyone to practice.

If I end up with this job, I’ll have a chance to practice my craft on a large scale, telling truths than can effect change I care about. I’d have to make some big changes of my own to take on the challenge, but I am willing, because I have energy and talent to give–and as I’ve said before, “I am full of gratitude, happy to understand that a job isn’t something I get, but that I give.”

Plus, the long hours would decrease my chances of more sunburn.

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Love > fear