I’m broke. Seriously. If you know me or read my blogs, you might know I quit my job to pursue teaching and DJing yoga about a month ago.¬† So far so good.¬†I guess in all honesty I was never “well off” or whatever that means, so it was not a long drop down to “broke.” If you think this is a complaint, then think again. This is my statement, and at what better time than tax time? Can I claim a yoga tax? Hmmm. Welp, I broke it down to see what that return might look like:
After doing some calculations on a healthy (or shall I say wealthy?) yoga year, the Special Yogi is spending about $1200 a year, the Simple Yogi invests about $2,000-$5,000 a year (if in training) and the Overachiever Yogi spends about $6,000 – $10,00 per year. Which brings me to my next observation….
All of my¬†money may be funneling into a pit, but it is a pit of my deepest passion. Don’t get me wrong, I am a-okay with this.¬†In fact,¬†I love it, because I love yoga.¬†I love practicing it, teaching it, studying it,¬†DJing for it. Clearly, this is my life purpose. I happily assume a sort of “Hand-to-Foot-to-Mouth pose,” because the return is far beyond monetary terms. I get the return of its intangibles, its friendships, its revelations, and of course,¬†balance. But here’s the biggest return on my yoga dollar: It’s the feeling like, Hey, I’m not going to bust a cap in someone’s ass for acting in a certain way, because I did my yoga today. No lie, that’s BEYOND priceless.
Agree or disagree? Oh and can I bum a ride to Hanuman Festival with you?