My biggest and most well known rule in my class is: If you fall you must laugh.
I have these bracelets. You probably have one. They are cobalt blue and they say: What Are You Manifesting? on one side. The other, and more important, from a business standpoint-side: Manifestationyoga.com.
The inside says: Manifesting Your Life, One Laugh at a Time.
So, yea, I have these bracelets.
I ordered 400 of said bracelets for my upcoming east coast tour. (Like I’m Prince. On tour and all.)
I opened up the bag on Wednesday to put one on and nearly fainted. Not from the chemical smell of 400 rubber bands, although that was bad. Very bad.
No. Because they said: Man Festationyoga.com.
Man festation? Am I being infested with men? WTF!!! Where is my “I?” It’s crucial!
Okay, so here is my confession: I did not, in any way, shape or form, laugh when I fell.
I kicked the door in and threw the 400 bracelets across the room and ended up missing Annie Carpenter’s yoga class.
What am I going to do with 400 Man Fests? I yelled at my front door as I kicked it in.
Why couldn’t they forget the question mark or the word What or You? No. It had to be my website address. Of course it did.
Now, when people go to find me at Man-festation yoga.com they will most likely end up at a porn site.
I can see this is where my opportunity to laugh was. I am laughing now but I can assure you when it happened, I was not laughing.
I realized the err in my ways quite quickly and brought one of the bags to class. I have 4 bags of 400, mind you.
The theme of class this week is kindness.
I told my students the story and gave them each a bracelet to remind them of 3 things.
2.) As a reminder to be kind and hopefully to buy the cup of coffee for the person in line behind you at the coffee shop.
3.) To Man-fest, of course.
I write about it on Facebook and all the ladies want one. I will get a man with it? Give me 5! I now have 79 requests for Man-festation bracelets!
FYI: I called the company and they said they would get me new ones as fast as they could. Hopefully by my flight Monday night or else it looks like I will be adding an “I” between the words Man and Fest to 400 blue bands with a black Sharpie on the plane.
I’m still working on it, folks. Sigh. I got over it pretty fast, but next time, God-willing there is no next time, I won’t kick my door in, miss yoga and throw a bag of 400 smelly blue rubber bracelets down the stairs.
So, in honor of having a sense of humor, please tell me what you think Man-festing is below……