I led this meditation today at Lululemon for 40 men as part of a product launch for Kiehls men's line.
It was wild. Well known "influencers." All kinds of free products. Clothes galore.
I was like a kid in a candy shop.
I was fawning. I found myself thinking about how to adjust the meditation to be "cool."
Thinking what these "influencers" could blog about me. How could I be the next Deepak? Should I change my name to one word? Maybe drop the "Y" and the "E" and just be BRC. All consonants. All capitals. Interesting.
I almost lost the plot. Almost.
I know this version of Bryce very well.
He loves the attention. Loves the limelight. But he loses himself. He's not really him. Me.
The feeling I get when I'm like this is like being overly caffeinated. Saccharine in nature.
So, I went into the room after swooning like a drunk fan.
I sat down. I dropped the bullshit. I breathed into my body. I locked into the silence. I returned to me.
And I did my damn job.
And it was beautiful. The men opened. They breathed. They felt.
They owned a real part of their masculinity. I did too.
It's easy to lose our center. But it is so crucial to know it. To return to it. To own it.
This is the work of being a human. Know thy self. The good, the bad, the ugly.
Will this happen again? Probably only a million more times. I'm ok with that. As long as I catch it and return to Bryce.
And if I don't...well... you'll be receiving emails from BRC, #namaste #savethewhales #peace #oneheart.