Well, here we are … everyone ready to hear about my new job? (Geez, it only took her two months to tell us about this new development!)
Which, by the way, has had me wondering why … why was I blocked about telling my readers. In hindsight, I see the roadblock clearly. The block was all mine, my internal dialogue was mixed and at odds, so not easy to share. A few months down this winding road, I am feeling great about my choices, but while I was making them, I was working hard to place my feet moving in the right direction (important for a yogini, right?)
So, let’s digress … a few months back I was enjoying my unemployment, traveling, resting, practicing yoga, catching up with family and friends, swimming, hiking, writing … life was good. Of course, my future was looming large, what was I going to do to make enough to cover my insurance for the next few years? Anyone over 55 knows what I’m talking about. The cost is crazy these days.
And as much as I thought teaching yoga would be ideal, and as many times as I repeated in my mind what my teacher Scott said about yoga providing a good income, I just felt in my heart that to put that much pressure on making money in the first year or so of becoming a yoga teacher, would be a mistake and in short time, turn my passion into a possible nightmare. After all, I would want people to attend my class because they found something special there, not so that I could line my pockets and pay for my astronomical insurance costs. I just kept thinking how quickly the number of people attending my class would mean more to me than what we were doing there. That didn’t sound good.
My directional arrows were all askew. I stood at the crossroads completely confused. And as most times in my life when I truly feel I need guidance, I offered it up to the universe (God, Clay) to leave me a few breadcrumbs to follow.
Although I felt realistically that my best bet was to find employment that would cover my insurance, as I found myself drawn in that direction, I felt a certain melancholia as though I was letting myself down. What about my dreams, my yoga teaching and my writing? It’s darn hard at times to balance life. I kept picturing myself driving down a country road glancing in my rearview mirror to see my dreams becoming smaller and smaller. It made me, oh so sad. And then (of course, thanks so much little voice) my mind had a field day picturing what I would write in my blog telling everyone how I’d sold out and would not be practicing as a yoga teacher (ouch).
Knowing myself, I knew I’d succumb to the practical choice. Not that I haven’t thrown caution to the wind and flailed myself off a cliff or two in my life, I have. But in those instances, I could see but one way. This choice had several paths I could go down.
So at the time I was struggling with all of this, I did what any practical minded person would do, I shoved my head as far under the ground as possible and did my Scarlett O’Hara impression, while at the same time reminding myself to keep my eye peeled for those breadcrumbs.
And here’s where my story turns to something I love to write about, the universe offering up what you need. My dear friend, Peter, called one day telling me to send along my resume. We had been fantasizing for a few years about me perhaps being hired by his company. Years ago Peter and I had worked together at Virgin and had such a great time, becoming true friends in the process. He had in the meantime found a wonderful position with a great boss and great co-workers, and had been enjoying working with them for about four years.
Interesting that after probably two years of joking about me getting hired by his boss, that she would be hiring right when I needed a job? Coincidence? You all know how I feel about that. My interview a week or so later was in a quaint coffee shop up in Auburn (she came to me) chatting about life. Really? There were a few hiccups, but after another month, I began my new employment, actually happy about it. Whaddya know!
Training took a few months, so I devoted my time to that, never losing sight of my rearview mirror, because much to my delight, my passions were still there waiting for me, waiving every time I glanced back. They weren’t going anywhere!
And here’s the part of my post I just couldn’t wait to share with you. I love my new job. I really like my co-workers, just as Peter told me I would. We basically help people transitioning to a new job moving from another state or country, to find housing and help them get settled in. I work remote from home part of the time, take the train once every few weeks to San Francisco, and a few times a week I go to Sacramento to work with Peter in our new office space, The Hive. And wait for it … they offer yoga two days a week, a shower upstairs for afterwards, meditation and massage. My post picture sits at the front desk every morning.
It’s a small group that meets for yoga, the teacher is from a yoga studio one block away. I’m starting to fantasize about teaching that class one morning a week. Or at the NEW YOGA studio that opened three weeks ago in my little town of Cool???????? They also, from what I understand, offer a Karma class on weekends taught by different teachers, another possibility for me starting out. And as for my own yoga practice, the new studio in Cool is close enough that I can fit a class in my day when I am home working. Amazing … makes me cry to think about the energy that is about us every day, lifting us, making almost everything possible if we reach and believe, and most importantly, leave room for a different view than we might have.
I see choices everywhere I look these days. And I’ve been able to make time to finally get back to my blog at least once a week. As always, the Universe listened to my prayers, mixed my dreams with my needs, and offered up something better than I could have even imagined. God is truly the master artisan.
I offer up my gratitude today and every day for this blessing we call life … and a special thanks to my friend, Peter, for helping the universe bring this all together.