It was a big two weeks for me. After months of holding onto the threads of my past, in one swoop, I found myself on the other side of my divorce and driving away from my marital home for the last time with tears in my eyes.
From the moment I accepted the divorce to the final closure of our bright blue door, it felt like a perpetual breathhold.
At first, it was all so exhilarating, but the longer I had to hold, the heavier it all felt. Not because it wasn’t in perfect alignment but because we were created to feel the depth of our experiences.
The closer I drew to the finality of it all, the more my emotions revealed themselves.
After giving over four years of my life to this love, this devotion, it would have been a true shame to feel nothing as I drove away. So, after weeks of holding, I let go. As I placed my hand on my beloved dining room archway to tell her it was time for me to go, I wept.
I grieved the goodbye to the life I had built and all the dreams I had for that old home. I told her thank you for holding me, protecting me, and growing me. Not for one moment did I feel silly talking to my house, in fact it felt natural and necessary.
I asked her to care for the new owners, to go easy on them, and to let them feel the love and magic that I poured into her bones.
So, a new chapter begins. A page turns. And what is next is still to be found.
Next week I leave for a two-week trip to Mexico to complete my Yoga Teacher Training, and from there, who knows?
p.s. if you know anyone looking for a yoga instructor to add to their studio, hook your girl up! Bonus friend points if the studio is lost amongst the mountains <3





