I had a talk with my pregnant boss a few days ago about what she will be naming her little girl when she arrives. She was telling me that she is drawn to more traditional names: Elizabeth, Julia and Claire. We launched into a light-hearted conversation about names and what they mean and joked about what hippie names I would come up for my own kids (God forbid I actually have any): Forest, Sunshine and Dirt.
None of that is very relevant to what I’m thankful for today, except that I’ve always been told I’m a bit of a flower child. I’m not even entirely sure why – I do want to save the whales and walk around barefoot, but those are hardly defining characteristics of who I am.
I was definitely feeling some hippie vibes last night though. Around 11:00, I couldn’t sleep and was feeling a little down on myself for not working out – I typically do about 6 times a week – so I pulled my yoga mat outside, rolled it out on the patio, and went into child’s pose.
It was the first cool night we’ve had in a while and the stars were crystal clear. Mars was off to my left, just positioned so I could see it in an extended triangle pose. I ended up stretching and moving and breathing and just focusing on nothing for the next hour. Even though I was working hard and sweat was rolling off my body, it was so extremely peaceful and relaxing. I just love the way yoga makes me feel.
Yoga under an infinitely lit sky though … what a humbling moment.
Somewhere between our situation and our outlook resides our character.
I get that life is complicated. I get that things won’t always go your way. But, sometimes I feel like the universe has a pillow over my face.
This year has been wild. I’ve had a surgery, two car accidents, bought a one-way ticket to Europe and have had more friends get married than I can count. Those are just the big things. In between, I’m dodging calls from boys I want to forget, listening to my mother warn me about “ending up alone” – including a recent article about how people who live alone die younger – and working behind a desk at a job that I’ve mentally checked out of. And then a million more things like it.
All the stress has been making me a little nuts. Has me seeing a glass half-empty, brown grass sort of world. But yesterday, I was going to get ice-cream with a friend and I put on a pair of jeans that have until recently, been too tight to wear. And I took a good look at my butt and all the rest melted away. I know we are a “big picture” world, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy these little moments of bliss.
Thus, 140 days to Prague is born. A countdown until I leave and start my new life. 140 things in the interim that I find to be thankful for. Just one good thing a day. Suffocated or not, I can find one magical moment every day to be thankful for.
Day 1: The way your bum looks in the perfect-fitting pair of jeans. Hug my legs and cup my cheeks, wash is dark, pockets deep. Thanks, good-ass-jeans.