Maybe This Time Will Be Different. ~ Michelle Marchildon

Via Michelle Marchildon
on Feb 24, 2013
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In Sunday’s edition of The New York Times, the “Meh List” declared that “teachable moments” are over.

Thank efffing God!

I cannot tell you how many times I have had teachable moments. In fact, you could say that all of last year was one big teachable moment.

Worse, my inability to learn anything from these times (which could also be called, ‘when bad things happen’) has led the Universe to give me the teachings repeatedly.

It’s about time the Universe simply gave up on me—I am a bad listener (in my defense, I know what most people are going to say).

I am a slow learner (pull the sides of your waist back, pull the sides of your waist back, pull the sides of your waist back: Uh oh, there goes my back.) And I am an expert at samskaras, which are the stupid things humans do over and over again. Like believe in the wrong man.

So, now that The Times has decided that these teachable moments are passé, I am ready to move forward with my shoulder pads squared and unafraid.

First up is to re-visit the dermatologist.

It was just one year ago when I was thinking that things were not looking so good above the neck (I have long since given up on things below the neck). Then, out of the blue, my doctor offered me some free “procedures” (that’s code for minor plastic surgery).


I believed it was a sign from the Universe that I should either get this done, or stop looking in the mirror.

One week later I had a freshened up face, but unfortunately, I could not speak. My lips were enormous, like a Hollywood D-List celebrity, but they also did not work. At all. I could not drink or eat soup. I could not say words with the letters P, B or ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ. I told the doctor this was a problem, or “wahlem.”

Me:        “I need to be able to speak.”

Doctor: “Why? I thought in yoga you only need to breathe.”

Me:        “I need to say ‘everyone breathe,’ and it sounds like, ‘eh-wee-won weeeee.’

It has now been a year and my lips are back to normal and I can speak perfectly in my New Yorker-ese, but once again I’m thinking things above the neck could use some help. However, and here is the point of the story: will I again be a foolish human who does not learn from life?

Of course it won’t happen again! Even The New York Times says it won’t happen again—teachable moments are so last year.

On the other hand, if you find me asking you to “eh-wee-won to just weeeee,” then you’ll know, she did it again.

Meh—those teachable moments are probably not going away anytime soon, no matter what The New York Times says.


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Ed: Bryonie Wise




About Michelle Marchildon

Michelle Berman Marchildon is the Yogi Muse. She’s an award-winning journalist, and the author of Finding More on the Mat: How I Grew Better, Wiser and Stronger through Yoga. Her second book, Theme Weaver: Connect the Power of Inspiration to Teaching Yoga, is for yoga teachers who want to inspire their students. Michelle is a columnist for elephant journal and Origin Magazine and a contributor to Teachasana, My Yoga Online and Yoga Journal. She is an E-RYT 500 with Yoga Alliance and teaches in Denver, Co where she is busy raising two boys, two dogs and one husband. You can follow her on Facebook at Michelle Marchildon, The Yogi Muse. You can find her blog and website at And you can take her classes on


2 Responses to “Maybe This Time Will Be Different. ~ Michelle Marchildon”

  1. Carolyn Riker says:

    Love! Thank you!

  2. TreeTreasure says:

    Gahh.. okay, that article was kinda funny, and a little self deprecation can be good for laffs but.. seriously? What are you talking about: "not looking so good" above the neck or below?? Uh.. what does that say about the rest of us? You are gorgeous!! An absolute goddess! Have some pride, woman! Jeez.. one would only say that if comparing oneself to the airbrushed fantasy versions of women seen in most magazines. Stop reading those things, puh-leeze!! Poking fun at oneself is okay and all, but I question the worth of doing so based on our looks, which, let's face it, change as we age. If unintended, it implies a barb levelled at other human, aging women who are coming to terms with not looking like those mythical creatures in the magazines, which I, for one, take issue with. I mean, I know we live in a very sexist culture, but we don't have to replicate it ourselves.. it's something that for me, is calling out for consciousness and awareness about where we stand in relation to it. Hell yes, it exists, but we don't need to keep feeding the parasite that's (unfortunately sometimes succeeding at) infesting our minds and hearts, eating away at our self esteem, trying to make us think we need botox or lululemons or this brand of water or whatever to be "enough," to "measure up." I think it's worth more to celebrate ourselves and our real, live, perfectly imperfect, seasoned, wise, and sexy-as-hell beauty that can feel and think and sweat and and …enunciate properly! Here's to that.

    With Love.. and a wee kick in the pants!