Have I ever shared about the day we moved into our home? Almost two years ago, the Yoga Dear hubby and I stumbled across a 1950’s house that seemed to be just what we needed. A kitchen where we could hold out our arms and spin in circles (we lived in DC before and those kitchens were teensy). A backyard to let the two monkeys (our pups) roam. A big picture window in the living room.
Although all seemed well, I remember having this inkling of...Leanne, this is not quite right. But, I brushed it off, thinking that it was just my ego saying this wasn’t the row-house in the city that I’d dreamed of. Let’s fast forward to moving day in August. Eugene and I are sitting amongst the boxes. It’s hot. The AC isn’t really working. A cold shower sounds like a great plan. I take one and notice the water pressure is weird.... So, we assess the situation. The plumbing is leaking. Uggghhhh. Okay, hubby’s turn. I hold a bucket underneath the leaking pipes, but instead of just leaking, this time the whole pipe bursts. Water gushes all over me, and the faucet is now hanging by a thread in the bathtub.
So...we try to laugh. Owning a home is like breaking in a new pair of shoes, right? The next day, we realize that pretty much all of the fixtures in the bathroom are not secure. A few days later our roof leaks. Some time after that, we have word that our HVAC system is not up to par, hence why the AC hasn’t been working. Oh. my. GOSH. What the HECK did we do?!
You guys, I was a puddle of sad emotions. We’d never owned a home before. We’d never replaced plumbing or part of a roof or had to look at heating/cooling units. How in the world did we get in this pickle? And, it’s not like I could’ve avoided the house. I worked from a home office at the time and was also getting Yoga Dear up and running before our studio space.
But, you know what got me through it? I remembered the fact that I am not alone in this. That someone, somewhere else has bought a jalopy of a house and didn’t know what to do with it. That someone else is crying the same tears of confusion. That someone else is trying to figure out how to get through a mess, while keeping their professional life together.
It’s a big lesson to learn. That you are not alone:
- You’re not the only one who doesn’t know how to replace your HVAC system.
- You’re not the only one who isn't in love with your current job.
- You’re not the only one who is going through a breakup.
- You’re not the only one trying to figure out child care for your kids.
- You’re not the only one with this medical condition.
- You’re not the only one who has fallen on a rough situation and is trying to gracefully work through it.
Yoga teaches us this, that we are all connected. Today, it’s all too easy to sit in our bubbles and rarely see another soul. It’s so easy to communicate via text and Instagram pics. It’s really easy to think that everyone lives in perfectly curated homes, loving their jobs, taking stress-free sips of tea, because that’s what we SEE. But, know that there is always someone who has been where you are or is right where you’re at. You may know them, you may not.
Yoga literally means “union” or “to yoke.” Its practice is a reminder that no matter what you are going through or experiencing, there is light. There is someone to listen, there is someone to empathize and share a similar struggle, there is learning that will come, and you will make it through. Practicing together with these people only solidifies this. Because as you find peace through surrendering into pigeon pose, you’re surrounded by a community, sangha, that is taking life one step at a time just like you are. And, that's what I love about this community. You are constantly lifting each other up.