Out of all of the places I have been and lived, there is one room, that to me, is magic.
I laid on my mat tonight at the end of yoga class and kind of laughed to myself about how many serious moments I have had in this particular room (Studio One @ Yoga Tropics) over the past five or six years.
I have been in this room through break-ups (& minor break-downs) … I created the strength in this room to prepare me to move abroad … it helped me come home … and this room has allowed me the opportunity to completely feel my high’s and truthfully face my low’s.
I can come here to remember how much I have grown, simply because it houses all of the good and bad times of the past few years … and it is here that I have learned to accept and trust in both.
I really can’t think of any other place on the planet that I grown more. … Well, with the small exception of my bathroom in India (more specifically, the bathroom floor) on the days I came down with major homesickness. Those were pretty real growth moments (that came with some serious puffy eyes).
Anyway, as I write this tonight, I am pretty grateful that there is a room in this world, that, no matter how lost I am or what version of myself walks in (which, honestly, there have been a lot of in the last few years), I always, ALWAYS walk out as me. I truly hope you have one of these places too.
p.s. Thanks for an amazing class tonight Jennifer … and thanks Tracey, Margaret, Carla and all of the teachers that have guided me here and helped make this room magic.