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Day 314: The soundtrack of my life

Updated: Jan 8, 2022


This morning was dedicated to settling a disagreement with Mr. Universe that had lingered most of yesterday and overnight.  I know I shouldn’t stay mad overnight but I can’t help it.  It’s something I need to work on…and I am (no matter what Mr. Universe says).

It’s going to sound silly but there was something inside me that couldn’t let the distance between us remain as I headed over to teach a Yin and meditation class.  It’s not like I would have been teaching with hate in my heart…but the uneasiness of being unsettled was enough.  Lucky for Mr. Universe that’s how the day started.

After that I came home and we had some lunch…I checked and responded to emails…took a few calls…bounced between my volunteer activities and Amana start up activities.

Today is Mr. Universe’s day off but because he hasn’t been feeling well, his afternoon was mainly spent resting on the couch.  As a result, I spent a fair amount of time there too…only with my computer on my lap.  Some old habits die hard, I suppose.

Next up I headed over to teach my corporate yoga class.  There’s something about these ladies that I just adore.  Maybe it’s their genuine excitement to be doing yoga.  Maybe it’s the twinkle in their eye as they come into class.  Maybe it’s the giggles I usually hear out of the back row.  I don’t know what it is but I don’t feel like I had this type of mojo when I was working my old job.  They have an energy about them that energizes me.  Thank you!

Ironically enough, my corporate class takes me by the old airport…which is on the way to the new airport.  So each Tuesday I make that all too familiar drive to and from the airport. 

The very first trip felt weird, but every trip thereafter has felt a bit nostalgic in a good way.  Gone is the anger…the frustration…the disappointment. In it’s place is a lightness…an appreciation…gratitude.

Driving home from class I sometimes catch the end of rush hour…and every once in a while I drive through downtown near the old office I used to work in.  Each time I find myself thinking back to a time not so long ago when I couldn’t have imagined not being one of those people.

I remember what it felt like to leave the office…knowing that a pile of work was either waiting when I got home or would be there to greet me in the morning…or both.  I remember the feeling of never really leaving work…just relocating to a different location (home…the gym…the bar).  It was something I always carried with me.  I remember wondering what it would be like to be free…free of the worry…the deadlines…the responsibility.

And now I know.

Somehow driving amongst the rush hour traffic, I feel freer than I imagine my fellow drivers do.  I know the only thing I have to do tomorrow is teach…or volunteer my time…or do stuff that progresses my own businesses…or study…or workout…or rest.

Don’t get me wrong, this life isn’t without responsibilities.  I have bills…a husband…puppies to walk and clean up after…family and friends…business obligations.  I still have a lot of the stuff I used to have only it’s framed differently.  I work to a different drummer now…a lighter soundtrack replaces the hard-pulsing, driving beat of my former life.

As I pitstop home…literally…to clean up some dog poop, I grab Mr. Universe.  He’s decided some spicy Mexican might clear his sinuses a bit.  We head over to a local restaurant, grab some food, and head back home.  I’ve got another class – the third of the day – to teach at 8:30pm.

For whatever reason, I decide to pull together a last minute soundtrack for class.  I want something different than I’ve played before.  Something slow and peaceful without words to distract.  This last class is a 60 min Yin class and I want the students to leave ready for a peaceful slumber.  I want to leave ready for a peaceful slumber…and I want quiet music to set the stage.

On my way home from class, I check in with myself.  It’s been a long day…bouncing here and there…teaching a variety of classes.  How do I feel?  I’m tired.  But not exhausted.  I’m relaxed.  I’m happy.  I hustled today and it felt good.  I was in the groove….gentling rocking to the soundtrack of my life.


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