When I got back from India, I had no money, no job, no place to stay. . .
But for what it’s worth, I was a “certified yoga teacher”.
My mother and her boyfriend had just built this beautiful new home and I was reluctant to come and stay with them.
Eventually I moved in, just until I could get my business together.
I was doing everything that I could to make money so I could move forward.
I was teaching yoga at the YMCA, doing personal training, and working the fitness floor.
In addition, I moved furniture, taught private yoga classes, and even started doing juice cleanses.
I would get up at 4am and start making juices for my clients.
Just like the milk man, I delivered them at the doorstep and pick up the empty mason jars.
Since I had nowhere to compost the pulp, I was making all sorts of broths and breads from the left overs.
But there was so much pulp that I had to throw out most of it or put it down the garbage disposal.
One day, my mother’s boyfriend was downstairs and felt a drop on his shoulder.
He looked up, and the ceiling was oozing orange and green juices.
”I done a bad thing”.
For a quick buck, I ruined the ceiling at their new house.
The plumbing couldn’t handle my commercial juicery operation.
It was kind of awkward making juice after that . . . But it pushed me forward with what I was supposed to be doing . . . Thai Massage.
Thai Massage is another great way I can help people detox without ruining my mother’s ceiling.