Compartmentalizing Life

For the last decade I’ve compartmentalized life. I was this and I was that. I did this and I did that. During my yoga teaching years, I led a double life. No, I wasn’t a spy and I didn’t cheat on my husband. I was a yoga teacher and I was also a digital media professional. The two ‘lives’ required very different skills. Constantly exercising right brain-left brain interchange was exhausting; I only hope it kept my mind young and pliable.

Now that I’m rarely teaching, life feels settled. There is less ‘reporter by day, superhero by night,’ except with respect to writing.

I write for work. I write for self. I write for others. Yet everything that comes out is all me. It’s a culmination of my thoughts, feelings, knowledge and life experience.

These days, I simply identify as a writer. It’s what I’ve always done. It’s who I’ve always been. Yet I continue to cling to the yoga teacher title. Am I upholding some grandiose sense of self importance? Do I feel that title sets me apart?

I haven’t taught in over a year and I don’t plan to anytime soon. My teaching is through writing, and I’m rarely writing about yoga. It’s part of me. It’s a lens in which I view the world, but there is so much more.

I am human and I write about being human. I have more questions than answers.

I am recognizing that this label doesn’t help me become more human. I am recognizing that labels divide and categorize, and while they can be useful, they can also cause detriment.

With all of that said, I now feel clear about where I should write for myself and for others. On the 19 started as a personal blog to ‘record life’ here. It will continue as that, possibly with as mundane of topics as “look at this beautiful tree.” I’ll be writing (and moving some of the writing I’ve done over the past month) to soul fabric. It’s been neglected and I developed it to specifically write about the human experience.

Life is about evaluating, evolving, shifting, moving, changing. I love the ride.

Speaking of mundane, normal life, enjoy this photo of dinner earlier this week: Teriyaki Salmon, Grilled 8 oz. Filet of Salmon served with our House Teriyaki Sauce Topped with Sesame Seeds; Austyn’s in Marietta, Ohio

My Name as a Poem

“Creativity takes courage. ”

Henri Matisse

Writing Prompt: write an acrostic, a poem, word puzzle, or other composition in which certain letters in each line form a word or words

happy, whole, healthy, grateful, loving, kind: words i wish to use to describe me
except it’s not the whole truth: pain, shame, jealousy, revenge, spite. these ugly words represent as much.
all that is present is evolution; i’m
hiding. showing up. shrinking. shining. beaming. glowing. see what I did there? landing on the beauty? life is
ephemeral. impermanent. ever changing. flowing. moving. we express our aliveness by living in our truth, by being

Your turn. What kind of acrostic will you come up with using your name (or any other word you choose)?

H I !   I ‘ M   H E A T H E R   S A G E  . . . 

. . . a writer, blogger and yoga teacher (who rarely teaches in the traditional sense anymore). Also a softball mom, happy wife and flawed human doing the best I can. I love books, stationary, hot tea, wine, essential oils, quiet mornings, playing outside and many other simple things in life.

Life changes all the time. It’s the only constant. Beautiful, mundane, joyful, awful, insightful, random, the way things move through; my practice here is of ‘recording life.’ The name of this blog, on the 19, is where we live. Find more meaningful writing on soul fabric and Medium.