ASK FOR HELP BUILDING MY RETREAT BUSINESS
Time to get serious. And to prove to my dad, who’s convinced (and potentially correct) that this Rejection Challenge is distracting me from my work.
So today we focus on a part of my life that always needs help: my career. I’ve been teaching yoga long enough to be the mother of some of many of the younger teachers I meet, so it’s humbling to admit that all my years of training, experience, passion, and intelligence have not led me to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. In fact, I’m operating in the red.
So it took a little courage to ask a younger teacher who seems to have worked it out for some advice about how to grow my yoga retreats. I love taking students to beautiful places where we get to play at yoga, swim in tropical waters, enjoy stunning views, zipline, paddleboard—you name it. While someone else is cooking our meals and making our beds. But for the past 10 years, most of my travel juice has been consumed by trips to China, where I’ve breathed bad air in crowded cities and led yoga teacher trainings seven hours daily for weeks on end, my only outdoor time the short walk from my hotel room to the yoga studio. In the meantime, thousands of teachers have moved onto the retreat stage and grabbed the spotlight.
Anyway, the teacher happily complies.
Alas, we spend most of our meeting talking about other stuff and realize we’ll have to set up another time to talk about retreats. (Acceptance: 1, Deferral: 1, Rejection: 0)
TRADE SESSIONS WITH A PHYSICAL THERAPIST
Focus, Lois, focus!
Remember: if you don’t keep your career in motion, no one else will! You’ll be trampled under the stampede of more driven creatures.
Procrastination is my bugaboo (well, after attention deficit disorder, but the two weave together so seamlessly, it’s often hard to tell where one begins and the other ends). Last spring I approached a local physical therapist about co-teaching a workshop meshing his skills with what I have learned about yoga’s ability to heal and prevent injuries. He said, “Great,” and I promised to contact him once I got settled in East Hampton for the summer. That was 10 months ago.
So yesterday I walked into his studio and asked if he was working. Wanted to see if we could trade sessions to taste each other’s work. Turns out he’s off for the weekend. His employee gave me a business card with the wife’s cell phone. Decided I’d wait and approach him in person. (Acceptance: 0, Rejection: 0, Deferral: 1)
DAY SIXTEEN, PART TWO
OFFER READING MATERIAL TO CUSTOMERS WAITING ON LONG CHECKOUT LINES
Since first challenge didn’t pan out, and it’s raining, and I’m restless, I decide to sock in another challenge, get ahead of my game in case I fall short going forward.
I hate waiting on lines, so I always carry something to read when running errands. I assume others feel the same way. So I pack up a book bag full of magazines, newspapers, and paperbacks and head to the local Stop and Shop, figuring that on a rainy Saturday, the place will be packed. I plan to troll up and down the lines, offering my carefully selected materials (something for everyone, even the kids!) to desperate fellow travelers.
Alas, the store is almost empty, with no more than one or two customers on each line. I decide to do a little shopping, hoping momentum will build while I do. Alas, I fill my cart and hop on line behind a guy who’s only buying two or three things. “Would you like something to read?” I ask. But it’s too late—the cashier is already whisking his items down the conveyor belt and into a bag. “No thanks, “ he answers, looking vague.
I come home with $41.36 in groceries. Leave the book bag in the car for another day.
(Acceptance: 0, Rejection: ½)