It’s been a minute (or a month, but who’s counting?) since my last post. July has been a crazy month; I’ve had blogging on my To Do list for weeks, but unfortunately, life gets in the way and this has taken a backseat for a while. We’ve been hard at work redesigning the website for Brendan’s business, so that has taken up most of my time during the workday. And honestly, at the end of the day when I finally get a chance to write, sitting on the porch with a glass of wine or taking Kona to the dog park beats spending another hour in front of a screen. So here I sit, on the porch with a glass of wine determined to crank out some meaningful words.
July started out with a minor health scare. I had some routine tests done for my endocrinologist, and they found blood in my urine. I made an appointment with a urologist for some more testing and a few scans, and luckily, they found nothing to be concerned about. My anxiety was off the charts at that time, but has since gone down since being cleared of any kidney or bladder problems. Although, it did spike again upon receiving the bills for said scans and testing – but ultimately, it’s a small price to pay for peace of mind.
The part time job I had been working at the boutique didn’t work out, but luckily, I’ve been teaching a ton of yoga classes this summer. I feel so fortunate to be able to do something that I am truly passionate about. I love yoga, and I love the studio, so teaching there has been a blessing during this period of transition.
I usually begin every class by having everyone start in savasana (i.e. – lying on your back with your eyes closed) while I instruct the students to identify any sources of angst and anxiety, and set them aside. More often than not, I notice the irony in me instructing this, because while it is SO easy to tell someone to rest and relax, actually doing it yourself is another story. I also try to make a point of telling my students to be patient with themselves – every day of practice is different. I’ve been really making an effort to let these words resonate with myself as well. It’s been a tumultuous year, and so often I find myself trying to make a plan for everything instead of taking it one day at a time.
I’ve accepted that 2016 is a year of transition for myself; but so many times I find myself wishing that I was on the other side, reflecting back on how much I’ve actually grown and changed. It is so easy to get caught up in the minutiae of every day stress rather than looking at life as a while. I find solace in knowing that every other time in my life where I’ve been in a period of transition, I’ve come out stronger and more resilient. Sometimes you have just have to accept the struggle, and realize that every situation is temporary. Every season of life is fleeting, and we wouldn’t appreciate May without first enduring February.
In the meantime, I’m trying to find joy in the moments of peace. The moments on the porch with wine, watching the sun set over Carnegie. The moments at the dog park while Kona runs freely. The moments on the yoga mat, helping others find their peace. The moments of accepting life for what it is, instead of measuring it against my expectations.