My saving grace.


After the craziness of our quicker-than-we-thought-it-would-happen move from Sandusky to Columbus, I settled into a routine that consisted of sleeping later than I should’ve, taking care of my dogs, looking/applying to jobs, looking at houses, get a little lonely from time to time….rinse and repeat.

So when I remembered that my friend, Stephanie, taught yoga, I knew that was something I should start. It so happened that her Monday classes were free, and it was then that a new hobby was formed.

Only it became so much more than that.
It became my escape (from the apartment), it gave me something to look forward to, it gave me a reason to look forward to Monday every week.

Did I feel awkward at first? Heck yes. I am one of the most un-flexible people I’ve ever met. I can’t even touch my toes! I felt out of place with all these well-practiced yogis. I felt like everyone might be judging me or laughing at me when I couldn’t hold my balance and fell over.

But as the weeks wore on, I stopped caring. I stopped looking around the room to compare myself to everyone else. I looked that brown-haired, sweat-rolling-down-her-face, wobbly girl in the mirror, straight on, like you should do, and said “You can do this. You WILL do this.”

And in the midst of feeling hopeless, getting sad about not having found the perfect job yet, wondering what the hell might be wrong with me, I realized some of the most important lessons that yoga will teach you.

Create Balance.
Love Yourself.

It was when I finally did that, when I finally just gave myself to the practice, that I felt the change. I carried myself differently. I am me, you are you. I thought about myself differently. I approached life just a little bit differently.

After that happened, everything else started to fall into place. I landed a job at my dream company. We bought the most beautiful house. I have been so happy.

I have one person to thank for inspiring the change in me. Stephanie, if you’re reading this, you  and your yoga class, saved me. It helped me in so many ways at a time in my life when I truly needed it. It changed me, for the better.

In our last class, on April 24, Stephanie told the class: “Patience. The hardest test of life is waiting for the right moment.”

If I learned anything so far this year, that was it. I kept wanting everything, all at once, right now. And when that (surprise, surprise) didn’t happen, I got angry and upset. All I needed to do was have patience, because once I started to, that’s when all the pieces started to complete the puzzle.

I started my last session frustrated with myself and tired.
I ended it by dancing along to the music and smiling.

And to bring it all back to the title of this blog, Hygge….definition #3: a feeling of belonging to the moment and to each other.


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