I joined Konstantine and Reagan to hot yoga Friday morning. Hot yoga always scares a bit as when I did do that Lyon class, I really tried thought I was going to die.

In a very similar since, I sweated like no bodies business, and can distinctly remember shifting and seeing a streams of sweat dribble on the mat.

It was a toughish class. I didn’t quite hit that level of meditation that I did on the first one, but still, great work all around. Lots of heat generated.

I’m super proud of the commitment, to make a 7am class and then get bagels.

I thought about humility. I can get so up in my own shit that I forget to be humble. I can lash out, like the guys bumming a dollar wasn’t polite enough to speak words to me. Da fuck is that.

And yes, if you’re going to ask, you should talk to people.

But why do you take it hardly? why do you not let it go? What keeps you in that moment as opposed to this moment?

I took a walk, because I had done great vibe building in that show. Just all around love. And that’s amazing but when I couldn’t get to the afterparty I fucking died. And I shouldn’t because I should be proud of all I am and everything I bring.

Be humble. But be me. It’s not perfect, it’s not enough but it’s working, and it ought to shine bright