Empty Nest

The parents just pulled out of the driveway on their motorcycles and they're on their way home to PA. My love is at work. Empty nest kicks in.

I hate when this happens. The week has been busy with going here and there, laughter, and way too much eating and drinking. I try hard to reflect on the good of the week, but it doesn't work for some reason and I just end up sad and tearful. Now I'm left alone with my thoughts, the emptiness of the house and the impending doom of heading back to work tonight.

I absolutely love living here in NC, but it's moments like these when it hits hard that I miss being around family. As we continue to try to have a baby, I'm sure this struggle will only get harder. I picture Sunday dinners with family or an outing somewhere to a museum or park. The only con of living here is honestly being away from family. I'm still hopeful that one day some of them will be nearer.

I'm gonna allow myself one day to soak in the sadness. So, with that said, I'm heading back upstairs to my bed with my pups. This sadness will pass as the routine of life goes on.

Mountain pose

Breathing Mountain Yoga has opened a studio on Bloodworth Street and they had their open house today and treated everyone to a free class. The space is actually an old house that currently occupies three businesses. No one seems to be able to stay long, but I'm hoping this one sticks around. It's been quite a while (I'm guessing over a year) since I've done any yoga. Wow. Today's class was not that difficult and I struggled. My hamstrings struggled too. We didn't even go into that many poses, but focused on each part of our body and tightening and releasing all kinds of tiny muscles I forget about. My legs were actually shaking at one point. Afterward, my entire body and spirit was thankful...and eager, for more. I'm signed up for class every Saturday for the next eight weeks and I'm very much looking forward to each of them. 

The old purple house bends inward as you approach it on Bloodworth. I love the look of this house and always have. There's something about it that's welcoming which is why it's perfect for a yoga studio. I felt like I was practicing in a friend's cozy home. The smell of incense burning, the old creaking wood floors and the soft exchange of neighborly conversation was perfect. Jessica (the owner) was a great instructor. Her voice is soft and her instructions are simple. She walks around at times to help make sure you are in the poses correctly too, which I love because I definitely need help! I think I'm in the right position all the time and then someone walks by and lifts my hip or extends my arm just a little bit more and "ow!" My body quickly hates me and then accepts the new (right) position. If you're looking to start yoga or welcome it back into your routine like me, I encourage you to check out Breathing Mountain. 

A big thank you to Andrea Wallenbeck for joining me this morning. Yoga is always better with a friend! 

Namaste.