A Brief Update
As of last Friday, we have lived in Nashville for a week. A whole week. I existed on this earth as an official resident outside of Northeast Ohio and am still around to talk about it. Change is possible. Real change is possible. It was a week without a schedule, a week that mostly involved living here with only what fit into our cars. I baked on tin foil and we slept (tossed and turned) on an air mattress. The moving truck arrived on Wednesday morning and since then, it’s been a whirlwind of unpacking. As of this moment – there is only one box left unopened, titled “ornaments” and it shall remain taped until the holiday season; which is closer than I would like to admit. God help me if it’s where our paper towel holder and cord for the vacuum is.
I’m really here to tell you about a yoga class I went to on Saturday. Yes, my whole life has been picked up and placed down over 500 miles away and I want to write about a freaking yoga class. Stay with me.
Saturday, August 23
Being that I have moved to a popular weekend getaway spot – good friends are bound to visit. A darling yogi friend, Alex, was in town for a girls reunion. It’s funny – I remember when she was first planning this trip and I had no idea I would be LIVING here when their trip would take place. As I was figuring out what to do on Saturday morning, Alex texted me asking if I would be game for a 90-minute hot vinyasa flow class. If there’s anything my body could use after countless takeout meals, goodbye dinners, and forgoing workouts for packing and unpacking boxes, it was a good yoga sesh.
I set out on foot for the studio and arrived at the same moment Alex was hopping out of a cab. I could see the yoga studio’s logo on the second floor windows but was without a clue of how to get up there. On the first level, however, there was an IHOP. I thought this might be a sign to abandon what would surely be an hour and a half of work in lieu of some fluffy pancakes. Instead, an IHOP worker popped out of the front door and clued us in on the elusive back entrance. People in South are scary nice.
Before the class, our instructor, Jamie, asked us to set an intention. I knew exactly what mine would be, which is relatively shocking because normal I cop out and go with “present” because I’m terrible of thinking of things like that on the spot.
Walking into the yoga studio, I was reminded so much of the Cleveland Yoga Studio in Uptown. Relatively new. Warm. Lots of tiny women in Lulu. Walking into the hot room with Alex felt so comfortable. As I began to stretch and twist and get into my body, I recognized the gentle piano notes from the plastic bag scene in American Beauty. My favorite movie and probably my favorite scene. For the first time in a long-ass time, I felt at home. I felt a well-known peace inside of me. In that moment I was no longer in a strange place. I was with someone I’ve known for years, about to engage in a practice I’ve been active in for a while, and hearing music that transported me to a place of ease.
My intention would be “familiarity,” I deserved it, after all. I had pretty much forgotten what familiar felt like. It was good. It was like eating vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce and peanuts before bed in the house I grew up in. It was doing the same cheerleading dance routine to the fight song after knowing it for six years. It was arriving at a destination so mindlessly, I couldn’t remember a darn thing about the trip.
Class commenced. No less than fifteen minutes in, the Universe laughed at my intention and said, “nice try.” I distinctly recall being in downward dog and I felt sweat dripping into my nostrils. I felt a lot of things. Challenged, driven, hotter than hell, but not familiar. I must be more out of shape than I was (am) willing to admit because I’ve done lots of hot sweaty yoga classes, including Bikram, and never, ever, has sweat dripped INTO my nose before. It stung. It grossed me out. And it made me let go of this irrational desire to embrace familiarity and comfort rather than change and challenge.
There’s not a lot of room in adventure for a boring life. I may be tired of unpacking, not knowing where my socks are, or having to try three different cabinets before I find my tea, but dammit, it’s exciting.
- I’m terrified to hang anything on the walls because I’m afraid I’ll hate it or it won’t go with my “theme.”
- I have no idea how to decorate a new place.
- We’re headed to an area just North of San Francisco this weekend. Not really sure how that’s going to go after the crazy earthquake.
- I somehow forgot to post a “how I lost 20 lbs in four months” piece but I’ve managed to gain 13 of them back! So let’s see if I can repeat my magic and then not move across the country while finishing grad school and keep them off.
- We have opted to not get cable and instead I have access to Netflix and HBO Go. Any recommendations?