I moved in to his place in September and completely out of my place in November.
I got rid of most of my furniture, only keeping a few pieces I love. I put up a lot of my artwork to make it feel more like “my place” too.
I lived alone for almost 7 years. I moved in to a home with 3 other people living there, plus a couple of others coming in and out. I set up a few altars around the house to make it feel homier.
I’ve been trying to figure out why I can’t seem to focus on my coaching practice or my writing practice or my creative practice. Finally, in a conversation with my best friend the other day, I put my finger on the issue. I haven’t been able to find my space. Space in our home to write or create; space in the coaching world – what do I have to offer that is unique; space in my brain to focus on more than one thing at a time.
I guess I wasn’t thinking about the challenges involved with moving into someone else’s space, someone else’s life…just the good part of being together.
It’s been seven months and I’m still trying to find my space in all of this.
Don’t get me wrong, there is no place I would rather be but it’s harder than I imagined to find my space, my rhythm, my mojo, my motivation, when there are always people around. Maybe it’s my tendency to procrastinate, maybe it’s my tendency to be easily distracted, maybe it’s because I’ve been so focused on making this relationship work and my busy teaching schedule that I just want to chill out when I’m home. Or maybe, it’s all of these things combined with the need to find space.
Since I moved in, I’ve tried hard not to disrupt the rhythm of everyone else in the house. I want to be accommodating to his work schedule, working overnight and then napping throughout the day. I try to be quiet when I come home between teaching and read or play on my phone. I’ve been trying to figure out how to spend my down time. I guess I’d liken it to hibernation mode. I come home from teaching and cocoon myself on the recliner (that I have claimed as mine) and sometimes don’t move until I go back to teach.
{I wrote the first part of this post in a coffee shop one week ago. I’m finishing this post from “my” recliner}
Lately, I’ve been getting myself out of the house and into the park for long walks. Getting out into nature helps clear my head and also gives me some space I crave. I’m still working on finding, or maybe it’s creating space, in our home. There’s a room in the house that I’m hoping to make a guest room/my sanctuary but right now it’s housing a pinball machine, a bunch of guitars and a storm trooper.
While writing this blog post, I realized that it's not just about finding physical space but also mental and emotional space. I also realized this is a constant search. It's about finding space wherever you are and sometimes making that space.
I would love to hear your thoughts on this...
Many years ago, I thought about becoming a Life Coach. Based on my background, degree in Psychology and years of working in corporate Human Resources, it seemed like a natural fit for me. I thought about it and wondered the next best steps, talked to friends and then put it on the back burner. Meanwhile, I decided to get my Pilates certification and started teaching. A year or so after completing that training, I thought again about Life Coaching. I wondered if I really needed to get training or if it's something I could just do on my own. I did a little research, talked to some friends who had been through different training programs and then promptly put it aside, again. Then at the end of last year, I started to get serious about researching Coach training programs. I listened in on information sessions and had settled on a program in the first part of this year. I was scheduled to get a coaching session with one of their coaches and that was going to be the last step before signing up for their training. Well, that coach never showed up for our call, not a good sign. In the meantime, I received an email from another training program, Goal Imagery® Institute. I sent an email inquiring about a phone meeting to discuss the program, and Marianna (who runs the program) responded within minutes. We scheduled a call for the next day, Friday, with the next training session scheduled for the following Thursday! After an hour long conversation, I was convinced and signed up immediately! Luckily, the class got pushed back a few weeks, so I could wrap my brain around embarking on this new venture.
This photo of Allie starting longingly outside sums up how I was feeling this winter. Wanting to be outside but yet needing my solitude. Wanting to hide yet to be seen. It was a contradiction on so many levels. I wanted to start dating again but didn't want make to much of an effort. Then when Spring came, something shifted, I wanted to get out and play more. So I started the online dating again, started hanging out with friends more, started walking and getting outside more and feeling social again. Then Summer showed up and I felt like hiding again. Not that I didn't want to be outside or with friends, but I got discouraged with the online dating. I saw two ex-boyfriends that got me thinking about my choices in life. So I went into reflection mode, although I do that all the time, somehow it felt different this time. I unsubscribed to the dating sites, I stopped dating anyone and cleared out my social calendar. I sat by the pool by myself, avoiding the social activity happening on the other side. I needed my solitude. This past holiday weekend though, I went down to the pool and actually felt social. I met new neighbors, I reconnected with some old neighbors, one even told me he was happy I was out of hiding, and I really enjoyed myself. I even met some single neighbors, so we'll see what happens there. I feel more open to possibilities, more open to life, and more open to love...
Then yesterday, I had a past life reading which was fascinating to say the least. And if you don't believe in that stuff, that's cool, but I do and so am totally blown away. I'm still reflecting on all of it...a Revolutionary War soldier (for the British), a French courtesan...all had interesting lessons. The first life was the most incredible though and that is the woman I have been working to reclaim, without even knowing it! I'm not going to share too much about her but just knowing that she was a strong, intuitive, secure Elder woman who was an equal with the men in her tribe, well that gives me an inner strength. She was a storyteller too which of course has me thinking more about my writing. The more I reflect on her, the more I see myself coming out of the shadows and reclaiming that part of me. I feel like I've been hiding too long...it's definitely time to let go of the fear, trust myself and live THIS life to the fullest.
I turn 49 today and quite honestly that number is so strange to me. My mother is supposed to be 49, not me! I sure don't feel it and most people tell me I don't look it either, whatever that means. As I reflect on the last 49 years (ok, really the last year), I think about all of the things I've learned. Some lessons have taken a lot longer than others!
encouraged me with 'why not, what do you have to lose'. And it's true, what do I have to lose. I'm ready to find love so I need to be open to it in any form it may take. It is challenging to decipher the guys who are serious and those who are just trolling. It's like a job, sorting through profiles, emails, likes, winks, etc. But I've decided to just go for it.
There are several guidelines I have set for myself. When I'm interested, I'm going to send an email and if he responds, we'll see where it goes. If he's not, move along. No hurt feelings. When someone reaches out to me and I'm not interested, I'm going to tell them right away. No need to string anyone along or settle for anything that doesn't feel right.










