A few years ago, I underwent one of my most powerful inner transformations while listening to my friend Alice belt out this song.
While the full set of lyrics does best justice to the message, the title does, in fact, do a nice job of summing up the point: “All I Need is Everything.” At the risk of diluting the beauty of the song with left-brained analysis, I’ll just say that hearing this moved me to surrender the limited set of things I think I want to Everything, which does in fact await me.
As the song notes, part of this process entails “learning how to receive.”
Fast forward to today. I was finished teaching spin class and having some quality time with the foam roller to nurse a months’-old butt injury when Darok the Rastafarian Personal Trainer playfully scared me from behind. When he saw how much this threw me out of my happy place, he proceeded to ask me if he could make it up to me. By offering me a personal butt massage.
