|Posted by Yoga Living Center on March 20, 2014 at 1:10 PM|
As I start on my homework for my new home, I’m reminded how difficult the process was at my dad’s house. From the beginning, my dad’s house felt wrong to me. I was constantly rearranging furniture, trying to make the living room work. I even switched bedrooms with my son, trying to create a more sanctuary-like space for my own. My dad paneled the dining room in dark wood and it had low hanging earthy lamps and a dark dining table. It felt like a cave and we never liked to eat in there. We usually ended up in the living room eating at the coffee table. The living room also had dark wood trim and dark wood built-in bookshelves and the walls were a very earthy gold color. I would sit down in the living room and I would feel as if I couldn’t ever get up again. I was a mess.
Because my dad would not allow me to change much in his house, Hannah provided limited improvements that would enable us to be more comfortable in the home. She also provided auspicious dates to do the work, which proved a bit difficult for me since I was desperate to make all the changes as fast as I could. In hindsight, I’m glad I spaced it out, because some of the work on my physical space turned into somewhat tortuous work on my inner emotional space.
I decided to attack my room first since I was clearly the most disgruntled inhabitant. Because I was looking for a partner (remember, it is important to be specific), Hannah had me change all my “single” items to double items, so instead of one candle, put two together; instead of a picture of one flower, have a picture with two flowers, etc. That was the easy part. The more difficult part was making room for a partner in my space, and not just a hook on the wall, but everywhere: one of the nightstands needed to be empty, a space in the closet needed to be empty. That required going through nearly every item I owned in every cabinet, bookshelf and drawer to try to make room. That was a lot of work, which required that I really detach from a lot of stuff that I didn’t really like, but didn’t want to let go of because it came from so-and-so or reminded me of a childhood sweetheart or I really would fit back into that someday. Honestly, I’m sure I could have made space in a day or two, but it took me nearly a month to make space. The amount of baggage one carries around from the past is astounding!
The very next day after I had finally finished in my room, a friend called and said she had a guy she wanted me to meet. I was totally freaked out. I was not in the least bit attracted to this guy, but OH MY GOD! The very next day?! I hadn’t even heard from that friend in months, so it was completely out of the blue. Shortly thereafter, I found a wonderful lady who worked at my son’s school and she moved in to be a nanny when I traveled. Later, her girlfriend, the amazing chef moved in and helped with my son, too, as well as doing the grocery shopping and cleaning. Within a year, my brother and I started a business together and found two business partners we adore in Orlando. Like I said before, though, specificity is key. I still don’t have a boyfriend.