As she warns us
This is a memoir based on my personal experiences working in financial services and attending yoga teacher training. While the characters in this book are based on real people, names and identifying details have been changed to protect privacy, and in some cases, characters have been combined for the sake of protecting privacy as well as for narrative purposes.
I found this book irresistible and I am not sure exactly why. Well written? Certainly. Characters a little over the top? For sure. Funny? Oh, yeah. But serious too, in a straight forward account of what she felt was a miserable, soulless corporate existence which she hoped to escape from time to time by attending yoga classes, and eventually signing up for yoga teacher training. Self-deprecating in that chic lit kind of way, but insightful all the same.
I do admit to wanting to grab her by the shoulders, shake her and yell, WTF! Get out of that career field, you dolt! You paid off your student loans, you bought a condo, and a car. Why get sucked in further into a lifestyle you obviously hate.
Productivity is the junk food of career satisfaction — it makes you feel full, but nutritionally, it doesn’t provide what you need.
Her hope for a haven of peace and Zen-ness in the yoga teacher training was dashed when it became clear that the folks involved in this scene were just as nutty and driven in their own wacky way as the people in her office.
She discovers to her surprise that the teacher training is all about inner training, and not physical yoga classes. And she begins to struggle to bring what she is learning about herself to her personal and working life, or rather to bring her personal and working life into alignment with her nascent yogic values; she realizes that it wasn’t all that easy. After a confrontation with a very aggressive woman at a party, she falls back into the old habits:
And yet, what had I, who was supposedly pursuing the yogic path, done when confronted? Why, I dumpster-dove straight into ego, material possession, and combative wordplay of course! And beyond that, I’d retreated back to my corporate identity like a coward.
Change is difficult. It is easier to keep on doing what you know than to make great changes in your life, no matter how unhappy you are. And of course, the money didn’t hurt either.
You will be pleased to know that in spite of it all, she finds a nice guy, gets married, and gets pushed out of her job. Well! THAT made making those changes a lot easier!
Like I said, I really liked this book. Perhaps you will, too.
Oh. By the way, I wasn’t altogether clear on the difference between a memoir and an autobiography. So I did what any other red-blooded
ignoramus person who did not know would do, I googled. Seems that an autobiography covers your entire life, while a memoir is only about a certain portion of it.
So there you have it, folks. Another day, another tidbit.