I spent the first 22 years after college in the technology field, most of that time as a software Sales Executive. I was well suited for it and successful, and I loved it for a very long time. That was chapter 1. Chapter 2, and looking age 40 in the face…my first child, Hazel, entered my world. Then soon after, Vivienne, and then Axl (all within 3 ½ years). My view on life and family did a 180. My career was still important to me – I actually thought it defined me – but I knew I couldn’t continue to be #1 in my career and the kind of mother I wanted to be at the same time. So I made the very difficult decision to resign. It only took a few days home with my little angels, without the weight of my career on my shoulders, to realize a few very important things. First and foremost, I had waited too long. At that time in my life, I was meant to be with my young family. Second, my career didn’t at all define me. I was much more than a successful female in a very male dominated field. The maternal and nurturing side of me that had been fighting for the stage for the past few years was finally front and center…where she was meant to be. And third, it’s OK to let go. That can mean many things to different people. To me it meant letting go of how I had been living life for a long time (stressed out to the max, burning the candle at both ends, living up to other’s expectations, always wanting to do more, more, more) and releasing my firm grip on old ideals and habits. This has allowed my life to follow a more natural, open-minded, less controlled course (my family is very grateful for this!).
I knew I would want to work again, but I was determined to stay far away from technology and the high-pressure, cutthroat career I had just left. I spent months thinking of ways I could use the communication, management,and business skills I had learned in that past life and apply to them something that was good for me, my family, my community and that would keep me close to home. It was right under my nose. I recalled how surprised I was when I first moved to Bexley from Chicago, 8 months pregnant, that there was no yoga studio in Bexley. I had learned to love yoga in Chicago when I was pregnant with Hazel and wanted to give that same gift to baby #2. Months without yoga, and I really missed it! Opening a studio in our very family-focused and health conscious community had been in the back of mind since that time, but it was daunting. I mean, folks, I wasn’t even a yoga instructor. But I didn’t let my inner critic stop me from moving forward. I researched, I studied, I second guessed, I cried, I got certified to teach yoga. And then…I just did it. I can assure you I NEVER dreamed I would own a yoga studio. But I let life guide me here. I have never been happier.