One year ago today, I started on a journey that has led me
to corners of my being that I never knew existed. On this day last year, a
significant, tumultuous relationship came to a crashing halt. Both of us knew
it was coming. For quite some time, the relationship mirrored the path of a
rock skipping over water. Bouncing quickly on the top of a frighteningly calm
lake. Each time the rock hit the water it was closer to plummeting to its
scary, unknown depths.
Unbeknownst to me, I found the depths to be unexpectedly
cool and soothing. Icy and dizzying at first, the journey to the bottom was
imperative to my growth and development. As the rock hit the bottom, it
transformed into a lotus flower seed. These seeds grow from the gooey, muddy
bottom, digging their roots into the mucky muck. As the flower’s stem grows, it
arcs toward the surface of the water, only to bloom into a many-petaled beauty,
feeding its firmly grounded roots with the sun’s inviting and blissful warmth.
Both of us knew that despite previous claims, what we shared
was not meant to last a lifetime. The lessons therein, however, will last that
long, if not longer. At times, it seems like my lotus flower has cracked the
surface and started blooming, and other times it feels like I’m still working
toward that barrier. Even if it has bloomed, there are still stormy days that
test the petals’ resolve.
I’m in awe of how much has changed over the last year. I
never expected to be where I am today. I remember vividly how I felt a year
ago. I felt like the rug of my life had been ripped out from underneath me. I
was 27 years old, working few hours a week, unable to buy my own groceries or
pay rent. I looked at myself in the mirror with disgust. It was nearly
impossible for me to see the blessings in my life. Fathoming happiness and love
was a mighty feat.
I remember what my former beau said to me before I moved
out, “You can do anything. You will be fine.”
The man was right. Further, I am fine even when I think I’m
not. Because no matter how terrible I think I’ve had it, there are many
millions of people in this world who struggle to simply survive. I am so
thankful that even though I couldn’t see it, he could and he was bold enough to
say that.
Slowly but surely, with the help of extraordinarily amazing
friends and family, I picked myself up, piece by piece. I found that the puzzle
no longer fit together as it once had and I realized that I had to start anew.
I had an opportunity not to start over, but to absorb this experience and learn
from it.
Throughout the course of the last year, so much has changed:
- I went through and completed yoga teacher training.
- I started teaching yoga, something I wasn’t sure I’d ever
actually want to do. Turns out, from what I’ve been told, I am a natural.
- I landed my first, full time, benefits included, well-paying
job as a writer. While I’m not always comfortable with the content I write, I
am writing. Something I never thought I would make money doing.
- I’ve been on countless dates and had a few run-ins with a
few dreamy fellows. They haven’t either come to fruition, or they were
short-lived.
- I’ve visited New York City twice and I have the green light
from my job to move there next spring, keeping my job as I work remotely.
- As of next month, I will have moved three times. Each place
I’ve lived has carried incredibly valuable lessons regarding cohabitating.
- I’ve become an avid cyclist.
- I quit smoking.
- I changed the way I view food.
- I gave up alcohol for extended periods of time.
- Virtually every friendship I have has experienced a
significant shift and I have made many new friends, all of whom I am very
grateful for.
- I’ve found, that despite previous claims, that I love
Minneapolis. A lot.
I think, a year ago, I said to myself, “A year from now, I
better be moved the [expletive] out of this place, never to return. I will be
over this [expletive] and peaced the [expletive] out.”
What a funny thought. What I now know is that the work is
hardly over and guess what? It never will be. There is no, “If I do this, and
this, get this and then that, I’ll be set. Then things will be better.” I will
always be working on myself. My
list of things to work on is as long, if not longer than the changes I’ve been
through:
- I will not allow my life to become stagnant or filled with
complacency. I want to look, feel, behave and interact differently every day.
Not in an erratic way, but in a compassionate, growing, lively way.
- I want to become a better runner.
- I want to grow my knowledge about yoga and how to teach it.
- I want to be more okay with being single. Don’t get me
wrong, I’m a happy gal. But damn, I sure could use a good cuddle every now and
then.
- I want to be more okay with being alone and present. And I
mean, really being alone. Not on the phone. Not texting. Not watching a movie. Not
on Facebook. Alone. For realsies alone. Just me and my thoughts and the world
around me.
- I want to care less about what people think of me.
- I want to stop assigning other people’s problems as my own.
I cannot fix anyone. I am in charge of myself and only myself.
- I want to get even better at being okay with being wrong.
The list goes on. These are things that I will be working on
for-ev-er. I gladly accept the challenge.
On my walk to where I am currently sitting and writing this,
a woman with a video camera stopped me. She was in a film class and was walking
around filming individuals who had stories to tell. She asked if I would like
to share something. I was happy to.
“What do you want to talk about?” she asked.
“Well, hmm,” I thought. “I’m a yoga teacher. I like riding
my bike. I’m a writer.”
Then I smiled.
“Actually,” I said. “The reason I’m here right now is to
write. A year ago I went through a very difficult break-up and I’m here to blog
about how much is changed and how happy I am.”
She gasped.
“Can—can we talk about that? Can I film you talking about
that?”
“Absolutely,” I said. “I wouldn’t have brought it up if I
wasn’t okay sharing it.”
So she started her camera and I talked for a few minutes
about how much I’ve grown and changed and how blessed I am. As I spoke, she
beamed. When she was done filming, she thanked me for sharing my story and told
me, “I’m so happy for you. It’s so nice to hear people talking about their
happiness.”
I hope you feel the same way. But if you don’t, I know that
has nothing to do with me and I earnestly wish you all of the peace and
blessings you seek.