Tomorrow is going to be Hot.

Sometimes, when I write something, things turn around.
That is not the aim, but it is - obviously - sometimes the effect.

At this moment, the yoga opens more and more.
I am glad to feel that I am finally ... 'something'...,
as for years I was a plumber without tools, an ice skater
without ice, a healer without a magic stick.... I was clumping
around. This year, I have worked in quite some different
functions, finding out, I was not.

Through experience and work I know now, that it is
'just work' with good days and bad days. One has to go
to work. Loving your work is 'overly-done', but at least
I can finally say:
something is fitting me.

I am no longer an office manager applying for a job
as a headhunter, or a fireman, blushing an ice-cake....

No, I guess I could say: I am a Yogi! Religiously, practically,
authentically and hopefully finally....

Yesterday, there were two closures: I didn't know that
I functioned as a closure, but it felt a little like that.
The last beed of the necklace.
Not to be 'someone', but functionally seen in time:

One group was closed earlier: I have to study as a yoga teacher
to be part of the Dutch Yoga Teacher Society. So I subscribed
for a meditation teacher training (Za Zen, Samsara and Vipassana)
to follow. Then I heard that the group was closed already, fully
booked. I left it to providence.

Also I had applied at a New Yoga Center in the Landscape.
For some time this was also fully scheduled. I left it up to providence.

But then yesterday, I got the news of both, that there was
a place provided.
And also I heard the news that I got yoga hours,
which double my amount of weekly
classes. Just after both became finalised, a gesture of both was
made, so that it really felt like a closure (functional). Like it
was already meant to be so.

I mean: I didn't knew, but Providence did.
Well, thank you Providence.

Whatever, let's not romanticise the whole thing....
We do it for the bread, as the breastfeeding is also slowly
coming to a closure....to a bread.
Breast ->  Bread.
It is just work....

But it also feels like a deep relieve, that 11 years of working,
applying and trying this and trying that and figuring out that nothing fits
(for years), is finally coming to a closure. Let's hope so.

I guess it also has to do with time. Eleven years ago, yoga wasn't
so 'hot'. - it by then was not really a 'job'.

Tomorrow,
I have to teach a class in a heated cabine.
It's going to be a hot day.

My weekly yoga schedule will be published on my website:
www.godaya.me

Godaya