one last time

Today I turned right at the Rite Aid, one last time.
Today I was anxiously tried to heat the studio, one last time.
I paid rent to Patchen Village, one last time.
Today I pulled my yoga mat, along with two blankets & blocks, inspiring read, and journal underneath the vent (for more heat of course) and did my practice one last time.
I taught two vinyasa classes, one last time.
Gave hugs, smiled, greeted you at our cozy space, one last time.

I can't even decide how I'm really feeling at this point. It's a very odd and interesting feeling. Not necessarily good, nor bad.

I'm ready to move forward and completely dedicate my time and energy to just one space. The "in between" time has been a process, and it's been work. It's thrown me off just a bit (ok maybe a lot).

Figuring out the new studio space, physically getting the studio ready, keeping people in the loop, letting people know of the move, keeping up with classes, teachers, and students, creating new packages, paying bills, figuring out tax mumbo jumbo, brochures, website info, teaching private sessions, staying inspired and consistent with my own practice, and trying to keep the studio stocked with tp. Throw in the holidays, a trip to Mexico, starting yoga teacher training, and prepping for one in Hazard, and well......you get the picture.

Luscious chaos of sorts.

I like to credit myself as totally being a gal completely able to "go with the flow". But things like this kinda poke me in the side, and say "oh yeah really." Then I remember my tendency towards control with certain things.

Then I lean into the ickyness, take a deep breath, give thanks, and move forward.....one more time.