Crazy morning with the kids, as they always are. The teenager likes to push the envelope when it comes to how many tries it takes to get him out of bed. His man-cave is dark and quiet...perfect for a young man escaping his mother and sister, but I find going down the extra flight of stairs to shake his lazy ass out of bed quite fun...some of the time. The days he knows he has to get up and take out the garbage...not so much!
Peanut on the other hand is jumping out of bed in the morning. Taking a page from her mother's book of early to rise, she is generally happy and moving quite quickly in the mornings. She likes to rub it in that she is very different from her brother. Teeth and hair brushed, dressed and eating breakfast before her brother's eyes are even open. It's a cute characteristic until she rags on Matthew long enough where he starts to lose his cool.
Breakfast finished, bags packed, the kids headed out the door with little push and arguing. I then made my way to work which started off nice and busy. I knew I wanted to try to get to Kula on my lunch for a nice hot, mindfull break, however with such a busy morning, that didn't happen.
I spent a good hour on the phone with my ex. Walking through some of the trouble he has been having and hopefully lending him support. I think my goal is to work together as a team as much as possible without delving into negative crap. As we approach the year marker for the start of the end with us...it makes me realize that after everything, I still care very much for him...in a way I didn't think I would ever get to. Friendhip...truely. This is all good. Just hope we can stay on the right track.
The afternoon was long...as it always seems to be, especially when you skip lunch. Thankfully, my clients kept me hopping. By 4:30 it was time to go and head to a new Yoga studio, Power Yoga Canada, to try a new way of finding inner peace in the heat.
The class was full, found myself at the front of the room, which is always intimidating. The hour was more of a workout (i.e. Power Yoga in the heat) than what I am used to. It was good though, challenging and very rewarding. At the end of the 60 minutes, we laid in final Shavasana, with one hand on our belly and the other on our hearts. I was so in the moment, had let all of the negativity go, all of my worries float away with the sweat, that I actually began to cry. Quiet tears, not of pain, but relief. They were tears for me, of me...about me. The instructor turned down the lights, we were in pitch dark, a soft, emotionally engaging song playing behind us. She read allowed an excerpt from a book...the message, no matter how hard we try to search for the place we need to get to, we will never find it. When you feel lost of unsure, take a breath, look around. You are exactly where you are meant to be.
And I was...in that moment, for whatever reason I went to the studio that night...it was exactly where I needed to be. I allowed myself to feel whatever I was feeling...and to be honest I'm not exactly sure what that was...but I felt completely free and peaceful.
Following class, I scooted over to Whole Foods to get a salad to smash down before heading to my first meeting of the Coldest Night Walk organizing meeting at Kerr Street Ministries. Joining that group is giving me a great opportunity to give back to my community, while meeting new people and doing something positive. Great meeting, great group...very excited about the walk, February 25th.
Walking home, I breathed in deep and enjoyed the night air. I felt good...in body and spirit. The quiet time I had given myself yesterday helped me believe that this day was exactly how it should be.
I spent the rest of the evening with an amazing person who always seems to make me feel special, watching Lost, just being happy. The perfect ending to what still feels like the perfect day!
T
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