When Everything Changes, Make Sense of One Thing
It came as a bit of a surprise to me that living and coworking in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia is a lot like living and working in any other city.
Usually I start my day with an epic, hour-long dog walk through a tree-lined park next to a small creek. Yep, I had a pretty idyllic life living outside of Kansas City.
Even a year ago, when I lived in Utah, it was the same sort of unbelievable beauty that I started my day with each morning. In Salt Lake, my home was nestled up against the Wasatch mountains, a two-minute car ride to rolling foothills that overlooked the entire valley and the Great Salt Lake.
(The moral of this story thus far is that you should definitely find yourself a rescue dog to love.)
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I knew that I needed a new morning ritual, a string to which I could clip the blank page of each new day.
I read once that some people think that by moving they can escape their problems. Having moved to and fro across nearly the entire breadth of the United States several times, I know that this is completely untrue.
Wherever you go, there you are — troubles in hand. Worries as unsoothed as parched, cracked lips.
They line your pockets and the skin behind your ears.
You can’t escape your own shadow.
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Monday, I woke early in a city completely unknown to me and did a 30-minute yoga practice. I’d met a new-old friend on Sunday and I asked if she’d like to join me on Tuesday morning in the covered, but open-air deck that surrounds the pool.
Someone else had come down to swim laps. He decided to join us instead. One of the RY staffers had heard and joined as well.
We practiced for 40 minutes, steps away from a torrential downpour that bounced off the sill of the large, open windows and misted our faces with cool dew. The sound was manic and roaring like an approaching freight train.
It was absolute magic. A soothing balm for the soul.
So I did it again.
And then, again.
And now I’ve got a standing time slot in everyone’s calendar, Monday-Friday each morning at 7:30.
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One of my favorite yogis once said, “You get the yoga practice that you need each day.”
“You get the yoga practice that you need each day.”
It’s something I often think of when people feel the need to apologize for being a beginner or for oversleeping and missing class.
What it means to me is an acknowledgment that we aren’t in absolute control.
We aren’t in control of the weather or of our bodies or our health. It’s succumbing to what is — jet lag; fear; inexperience; a lack of clarity, direction, or familiarity — and accepting the things you can and cannot change.
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Michelle Sander is a writer and designer, marketing consultant and brand strategist, living and working while traveling the world. If you are looking to tell your company or brand's story in a compelling and beautiful way, contact Michelle today. See her work.