I had this plan that I would smoothly transition from my old place to my new place.
Ha. Cue raucous laugh track.
My move was more than just a new place to sleep. It was symbolic of a new life. Though I’ve been teaching yoga and working on a business plan to be a yoga entrepreneur, the new home would make it official.
At least it would feel that way. I began this blog to document my new start, and this relocation seemed like just that.
In my head everything was timed like clockwork. The movers would come- I’d cheerfully direct them! They’d laugh. I’d laugh- we’d do a few yoga moves in my empty living room. After namastes all around they would declare that this was the most tranquil move they ever did.
Ah- but life had other plans. It was a mess.
A bloody diasaster. And not in a cute British accent way. I’m talking real f@cking horror show. At least it felt like that in the moment. I could hear people screaming out like the aliens had arrived. Flames were shooting up from manholes, the masses were running for cover declaring that this was indeed the end of the world.
Well, that’s what it felt like.
The whole delay was a few hours. It felt much longer, mostly because of me and the gravity I gave the situation.
We all do that I guess, make things more important than they are. A minor impasse is distorted to mountain-sized road block.
This happens with poses. A point of resistance becomes a place where push happens. A more effective response is to breathe. This allows for release. I can feel it now even as I type- I feel a space where it seems like I can’t get deeper and after a few deep breathes my entire body falls into place.
On my mat I know this is how it works.
Off my mat, I need reminders.
I didn’t deal as effectively as I would have liked.
As I watched my things file out of the old space, I was happy.
After every storm the sun comes out. Nothing is forever. This too shall pass etc… etc..
More importantly though, I realize now that nothing is that critical. Because in comparison with the age of the universe, we are only here for a second.
And I, just like the stress that seemed so finite and so lasting is temporary.
My next part of the chapter awaits.