Then I quickly think about how those thoughts are not very Yogini-like. I check myself. For a minute, enjoying the sun and the Cold Play streaming out of my back pocket. Then I go back to daydreaming about rubbing my awesome life in her face. Wait, back to yoga thoughts. It's a nice little cycle really.
I think about my kids and Mariano. I fret over whether Oregon is the right place for us or Washington DC. I weigh the options as I talk baby talk to the plants, "Doesn't that feel good girlfriend? Doesn't that feel so much lighter?"
It's rather nice actually. If I consider this my job, it's a nice job to have.
Today was the first day where I felt like this could be my job. I felt like I could spend my mornings tending the garden, enjoying a long lunch break during the hottest hours of the day and finishing the tasks in the late afternoon breeze. I get to Macgyver and ghetto rig contraptions around the farm. I get to possibly make big sums of money if we run a smart business. It seems so much better than the boring document reviews and death by meetings work I did in the IT world.
My back doesn't hurt, I get to be outside, my own boss and make my own hours. Actually I think I would love it if only I had the kids with me. But that's the problem: the kids are in DC and this work is in Oregon. And we have such amazing family and neighbors in DC that I don't want to make the kids leave.
So I'm stumped on what to do.
