Two and a half years ago, Christmas Day. On this day for the last few years, Empower has held a Christmasasana practice─a practice of celebration in honor of all the holidays our community celebrates. This class is crazy popular, as we’re one of the only studios open. And this year was no exception… a sold out class! Brian and a young women came in, and since they had had not signed up, they had to wait to see if someone who pre-registered didn’t show. Luck was on their side that day. And little did I know, on mine as well.
Fast forward two months. My girlfriends convinced me to get on J-date, an online dating website for Jewish singles. Reluctantly, I caved to peer pressure and agreed to try it out. As I was searching through profiles, who do I find─Brian. His face looked familiar, and at first I couldn’t pinpoint why. Then I remembered yoga. In a move that was totally out of mycomfort zone, I sent him a message. At this point, I knew he had at least two things in his favor, he did yoga and was Jewish. He didn’t respond right away, so I had written him off. About a week later, I got a message back. He wanted to call me. Yay! After several conversations, a date was scheduled. Seed Restaurant. First guy to take me on a real date!
That first date was so easy. And so was the next, and the next. Quickly, we learned our kids already knew each other, they attended the same Sunday school class, and─believe it or not─ were in the same preschool together. During those first few months, we sat up all night just talking. It was so wonderful. In a very short amount of time, Brian became my best friend, the first person I wanted to share my day with, my innermost secrets, my goals, and my dreams. He would share his with me, and a powerful connection grew.
Fast forward two-plus years. I’m In my kitchen cleaning up. His girls (he has triplets─two girls and one boy) come running into my house to tell me Julia, my daughter, is hurt. Please come outside! Not unbelievable, as she is often hurt, hangnails and all. Rewind for a minute. Brian and I now live across the street from each other. Fast forward. Outside I go, in my holey jeans and t-shirt, looking a bit like a mess since I had just returned from Julia’s softball game. As I walk across the street, the girls are giggling, and right away I know they are up to something. I reach his driveaway, and Noah and Avi each hand me a rose, and then throw a bag of rose petals over my head. On the driveway, the kids have written for Brian in chalk “Will you marry me?” Brian comes out from behind the bushes in a suit and tie, cute as can be. The kids have the Marry Me song playing on their phones. And in his boot (his foot is broken), he awkwardly kneels down, reminds me how much he loves me, and pops the question. My answer is NO… just kidding. I said that at first to get a good laugh from everyone. So the next chapter of a great adventure together begins. And it is up to us to write the ending of this love story.
In yoga, we are taught on our mat’s to step out of our comfort zone. Whether it is to lift a leg in crow, or fall back into wheel. Face fear in the face, and take it on. Yoga gave me that strength two years ago─off my mat─when I sent that message to Brian. Stepping out of my comfort zone has opened me up to love and finding a soulmate. Someone to spend my life with─to laugh, to cry, to play─for all the twists and turns life throws at us. For that, I am and will be forever grateful for this incredible practice and everything I continue to learn from it.