Lawn Village Apartments

⁣I have to tell you I hate the chore of cleaning. I’m talking about all of it. Dishes, bathrooms, dusting, mopping, and anything else that needs a little tidying. I don’t know what it is, maybe because my parents really didn’t implement a chore system to teach us these skills, then the big shocker of being stuck with a pile of dirty dishes as an adult in my first apartment which didn’t have a dishwasher (that was the last time I didn’t have a dishwasher). This was a huge sign of things to come. 

By the time I had reached my 30’s, not only was I just feeling drained, I had carried all of that burden along for a ride for more than a decade. I was depleted, depressed, and I found myself using any remaining energy I did have to just give it to someone else.

It wasn’t until I discovered an outlet of release. I had been a runner for sometime and people say they run to run away the crazy. While did support some areas of wellness, the “letting go” didn’t come until I started practicing yoga. The more I practiced the more I felt the onion layers peel away. 

I want to say I had one really life changing experience that happened before my teacher training. I was attending an New Year’s Eve morning class, with one of my favorite teachers. Of course this was the theme of the class, we were leaving a year behind to start fresh the next day. I know it wasn’t just the words she used to describe this practice, it was actually me starting to listen in to what was going on this whole time. I needed to clean up my act and start to tidy up my soul. For the first time I cried as I was letting go of that year. It was the first time ever I was cried in a yoga class and the release that came from my tears was so wonderful. I had gone through so much and that was the tipping point. 

This week leading into next, take the time you for you as next week is brand new. Clean up the cobwebs that may be residing within. Oh, and you know that spoon I left in the sink from this morning? Don’t worry I got this.