As I comfortably relax in my room, freshly showered, I think about the last few days – at home, popcorn ceiling removal in progress – furniture stacked up outside, everything inside covered in plastic. We cannot do anything at home, so we go out and stay out all day, I feel like nomads — hoping that the work will be completed and we can return home to normal in no time.
We spent a day working my guy’s business, meeting the clients, enjoying the fresh air, and learning the industry – kinda nice. I see where he gets his “Zen attitude.” Kiddo has a blast anywhere – fearlessly chasing goats at one of the client’s houses, enjoying the sunshine, and dipping his toes in the water. – I am running on less than 5 hours of sleep and the sun feels like 95 (supposedly it’s only 75 degrees) — What is it with the summer heat in spring?
The process
Up past midnight, emptying bookshelves, moving furniture, and getting the house ready for the working crew, I wonder why are we doing this. My guy says the place will look great and that he doesn’t like the popcorn ceilings — I personally have never paid attention to the ceilings before, though I’ve heard others say a similar thing. I think, if you don’t like the ceiling – simply don’t look at it.
I conclude “what is a few days of discomfort” compared to that which will result in a marvelous and beautiful home? — Besides, he is so very excited about it… that in itself is worth a try.
Two days later
We are back home. Everything is still outside, it is nice having an empty place — maybe we can get rid of the furniture and simplify our lives. — a Nice idea, though it may not stick.
Everything inside is super dusty and needs a good cleaning. And the ceilings, hmm… they look different. I’m still deciding how I feel about the process. In the meantime, back to our daily routine, with some adjustments (no furniture and reorganizing everything as we tidy up the place) sort of like moving – into the same house.
I see a new opportunity for change, and so I begin to peel the paper off the kitchen wall. – It feels great, like therapy! – My baby is also enjoying ripping the wallpaper off, so we make a game out of it.
The comfort zone
Life goes on – up before 5 am, Yoga practice, then back to mommy duties – today it was day 8 of my 21-day program – Friday I woke up tired, and sore, feeling I could just go back to sleep and skip practice. Then I think, “it’s only 21 days” and off I go, moving beyond my comfort zone.
I forget about being tired, I go with the flow, and I enjoy my Yoga practice. During closing meditation, my leg begins to fall asleep, my knee is getting uncomfortable, and I want to move! Then I remember, one of my teachers saying “our tendency is to want to be different, if we are compassionate, and allow ourselves to simply be where we are, we can learn to enjoy the process.” — I can apply this to any aspect of life. — So I let go and relax into the discomfort of the moment.
As I sit on a pillow in an empty living room, watching my kid play happily and freely, I feel much joy to be home, even with many things to be done. I think “why is my guy always nudging me out of my comfort zone?” — I realize that if we stay in our comfort zone, there is no growth. — Then I notice the ceilings are looking better than ever.
If I can just learn to relax and enjoy the process. — After all, life is about changes. — “Here we are, all is well and I am grateful.”
❥ Namaste
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