A month ago I owned a yoga school and a massage therapy center in my hometown Tilburg, I owned a house full of stuff and owned a car. Two weeks ago I was sharing my house with my good friend Anneke, still had some stuff, had Marks car at my possession and was the very, very lucky owner of two beautiful cats: Lucky and Maus and I was happily teaching at Yogacentrum Tilburg; the school that took over my school. Just over five days ago I had a lot of friends close by, was still happily teaching, was living in a small room in – what was still – my house and I knew almost everybody in Tilburg who walks around with a yoga mat.
Today I’m writing this on ‘my’ bed in a home-stay in Nicaragua, just outside of Masaya, after a hard morning of construction work at a new road, next to the farm I’m working at and after a nice afternoon full of Spanish classes.
Instead of teaching nine yoga classes a week at my own school, or five at Yogacentrum Tilburg; including three hot yoga, I only teach one or two on a concrete, uneven surface – nobody has a yoga mat around here – that’s normally the hallway to enter the Spanish school I’m studying at.
Giving massages became doing construction work in the past week and helping out in a perma culture farm next week. Teaching became studying and living in a nice, quiet house with my lovely cats became living in a home-stay with a family that doesn’t speak a word English. And being able to make my own, yummy food, became being fed three times a day with a lot of rice, some vegetables, beans and bananas.
And you know what? I’m enjoying myself. I love being busy physically: constructing something. I get up every morning at 4.30 o’clock (a.m. that is) to do my own yoga before I start my day. I love to be in school again, learning another language and the family and I don’t really understand each other, but every time I go to school I try to learn a new sentence which I can bring home to communicate.
So I adjusted myself to my new situation. Easily. (Accept for the mosquitoes; I can’t get use to them.) Like I adjusted after selling my school, like I did when Anneke moved in to share my house before I went travelling and like I did in the last months, may be even years. Because in these last seven years I went from being a journalist at a newspaper to being a freelance journalist and freelance photographer and on to being a yoga student in India. Next up I was running my own yoga school, had no time for photography and journalism anymore, because at the same time I started to study massage therapy. Before I knew it I had my own little massage business next to my yoga school, which grew bigger and bigger with as high light the yoga concerts I was able to give to almost a hundred people at once at Theaters Tilburg.
And now: all is gone and I’m happily studying Spanish in Nicaragua, teaching a bit of yoga, having a beautiful self-practice again, meeting all new people and having fun trying to communicate with the locals. For some reason it all seems natural living this life here at this time. So I wonder: is easy adjusting a quality?