It’s The Little Things – A Perfectly Timed Text

It had been a long Monday. The type of day where you feel like the energy has been siphoned out of your bone marrow.

 

The best kind of Monday.

 

When you teach yoga, you end up offering your heart, who you are, what you hope will be helpful to others on a platter of open vulnerability every day. You are constantly putting yourself out there to be judged, received, rejected, analyzed, hugged, given weird stink eye faces that may or may not be intentional.

 

A lot of energy is spent doing your best not to internalize what you think others are thinking of you, taking feedback graciously yet with a grain of salt, and not punching people in the face who treat you like this “thing” that is only there to give them something, and then be tossed aside once they are done with you. Make no mistake, I believe I am here to serve, but that doesn’t give you the right to treat me like sh*t. Just saying.

 

There are days when you teach where the energy exchange between you and others is amazing, uplifting and downright restorative. There are also days where you feel like everything inside you has been sucked dry and you have no more life force left to give because people only took, there was no give. If you are in a serving profession, you are probably familiar with this feeling.

 

This particular Monday was that feeling.

 

I finished teaching my last class of the day. 9:00 pm closing the studio, still faced with the 45 min journey home, feeling a cacauphony of emotions; a love for what I do, a belief in what I do, a love for others, a poignantly searing frustration with others, a desire to punch someone and then run screaming down the streets yelling “I HAVE NO REGREEETS!”

 

Instead I did the next best thing;

 

I cried.

 

Not out of self pity, not out of desperation, but because sometimes crying is the only sensible thing to do when feeling too much. It is the perfect, shattering, yet healing release.

 

I let hot tears spill down my cheeks, let my body heave and sob to let go of emotions and concerns that did not belong to me and were not meant to be solved.

 

It was cathartic, and helpful. I felt quiet and still after my ‘balling the face off’ fest. The only caveat? I felt rather alone.

 

Now, alone is not something I’m scared of. In fact, I quite love my alone time. But after a good cry, you kind of crave a hug.

 

It was in this moment, my phone lit up. It was a text from my best friend of 25 years. We had been messaging all afternoon about a new set of wine glasses she’d purchased, not realizing how big they were.

 

The text was a picture of her taking a sip from this gargantuan glassware that was effectively engulfing her entire face.

 

The caption read:

 

“All the way to my eyebrows haha!”

 

I burst out laughing, warm tears still resting on my cheeks, my shoulders now heaving from laughter.

 

It was a perfectly timed text.

 

Not only was it impeccable timing, the content could not have been more appropriate. With one picture message she managed to tell me;

 

“Hey! You’re not alone. I love you. And btw don’t take yourself so seriously, cuz there are wine glasses out there you can literally swim in!”

 

So if you find yourself thinking of someone, wanting to send them a “hey how are you” “love you” or “check out this ridiculous sh*t that I know will make you laugh!” kind of text — do it! It could be the turning point in their day. The little thing that makes all the difference.