poohbearlucky“Congratulations! on your early retirement from management,” said a student on the last day of owning the studio.  Those words rang sweetly in my ear but I could feel a little bubble in my heart.  The bubble that I’ve been trying hard to not let surface because I “made” the right decision.  Pooh bear said it perfect, “how lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”

I could feel the bubble inside my heart start to surface again as the transition of all the business ends is almost complete.  It’s been a load off my back to be able to say “you’ll have to contact Jackie,” as requests, questions, and concerns regarding schedules, memberships, etc arise but the feeling inside my heart is just about heavy enough to burst the bubble that has been brewing.   You’d think I’d be jumping for joy to know that I can let go of the stress of owning a business and have the late nights freed up, less classes to teach, and no more returning phone calls from prospective students who want me to recite the whole entire class schedule to them instead of going straight to the website to look it up 🙂 … but I am a wee bit sad to say goodbye to all of this.

Maybe it’s my pride… my ego… that knows how many countless weeks it took to build that space, the myriad of classes I had to teach before I had a team of teachers, the sleepless nights working on the backend of the business that no one ever sees (because they are all sleeping!) and the feeling of letting down those people that contributed their sweat and blood into the studio too makes my heart heavy.  This is all I knew for the last two years.

I do feel extremely lucky to have been able to realize my dream of opening a yoga studio.  Never did I thought it would be successful enough to transition it to another passionate owner.  Someone asked me, “if it’s doing well, why do you want to sell it?”  It’s time for me to move on.  As much as I still wanted to keep it (yes, I have attachment issues too) and also do everything else I want to accomplish, I feel lucky that I realize that being super yogini and trying to wear that cape was not healthy for me or those around me.  I read a quote somewhere that summed everything up very nicely that helped me make the choice.  It said something like:

You can’t cross the ocean until you lose sight of the shore.

I have to say goodbye to this part of my yoga journey.  Creating these chapters of my life was fun.  It was a great learning experience.  I don’t regret opening it (or closing it).  However, I recognize that I can’t keep rereading these chapters if I want to write more chapters…

As many of you have asked what am I going to do now with all my “free time.”  I’m still asking myself, “so where is all the free time” that was promised?  LOL … More on this later.  Let’s take a look back down memory lane:

The original space

The original space

 

work, work, work from 9am til 10pm almost every night for a month

work, work, work from 9am til 10pm almost every night for a month

 

there was no space to practice yet but that didn't stop me from sneaking in yoga here and there

there was no space to practice yet but that didn’t stop me from sneaking in yoga here and there

 

The best find of free labor…. the boys hard at work… my brother and his friend, chrs, and hubby

The best find of free labor…. the boys hard at work… my brother and his friend, chrs, and hubby

 

oh boy! getting excited about the dust we'll leave in people's hearts when they practice here.

oh boy! getting excited about the dust we’ll leave in people’s hearts when they practice here.

 

I love this guy! Chris was there from the beginning doing what he does best… helping people.

I love this guy! Chris was there from the beginning doing what he does best… helping people.

 

My young yogis… so eager to help (because they didn't want to do homework)

My young yogis… so eager to help (because they didn’t want to do homework)

 

I love this guy too! Alex… an eager student waiting and waiting until he can come practice. I remember this day sweetly… coconut water never tasted so good when you're hammering, painting, and dusting all day.

I love this guy too! Alex… an eager student waiting and waiting until he can come practice. I remember this day sweetly… coconut water never tasted so good when you’re hammering, painting, and dusting all day.

 

The very first class, the nooner on 10/11/12

The very first class, the nooner on 10/11/12

 

The very first class that steamed up the windows. I remember the love in that room.

The very first class that steamed up the windows. I remember the love in that room.

 

And now there is no more looking back… only forward towards new windows of opportunity and more dreams to realize. I am grateful!

And now there is no more looking back… only forward towards new windows of opportunity and more dreams to realize. I am grateful!

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