When people ask me the seemingly simple question– “Where are you living these days?”– I don’t really know how to answer.
Technically, I’ve spent the bulk of Fall 2013 and Winter 2014 staying at my parents’ house in the countryside west of Philadelphia while completing a yoga teacher training program– but this is not where I live.
I mean, this was an unexpected and temporary situation– one that I never could have (or would have) planned “on purpose”– but I’m actually glad that it played out the way that it did.
Had I not come back to Pennsylvania [after spending the previous two years (minus four months) in Israel]:
I probably would not have started my “Shaloha City” blog (which morphed into this one).
I probably would not have taken a leap of faith and enrolled in this yoga teacher training program in the Middle of Nowhere, Pennsylvania (sorry, West Grove– I realize you’re in the center of the Mushroom Capital of the World– but– yeah.)
I probably would not have taken a leap of faith and attended the Wanderlust Festival on the North Shore of O’ahu (made possible by family donation of frequent flier miles and a borrowed tent from a friend).
I probably would not have taken leap of faith and attended an Off the Mat, Into the World leadership training in Seattle (made possible by partial scholarship).
I probably would not have earned the unique opportunity to lead discussions on the topic of “Judaism and Wellness” at M.I.T. and Olin College.
I probably would not have managed to maintain a more-or-less constant state of relaxation in what could otherwise have been a pretty stressful week in Panama. (See my previous post for details.)
I probably would not be leading another trip to Israel next week, participating in another yoga workshop (my third) with Seane Corn in Tel Aviv the following week, and participating in an international conference for Jewish environmental and social justice entrepreneurs in Budapest, immediately following that.
Perhaps most importantly–
I probably would not be entering my 38th year (on July 1) in peak physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual health, on account of taking the time to get my own house in order (so to speak).
Which is not to say that “I’ve got it all figured out.”
After all, “it” is a big thing.
I don’t know if I will ever have “it” figured out. (Certainly not all of “it.”)
What I have figured out– not entirely, but to a reasonable degree– is me.
Yes, it’s been a long, long, long journey to the point where I can say– with any degree of confidence– that I actually know what I’m all about.
I mean, it’s one thing to think you know what you’re all about– and another thing entirely to actually know, in your gut, and in your bones.
Well, I can’t say that I know definitively, for sure, forever.
But this is as close as I’ve ever been to knowing.
That much, I know.
And it feels pretty good.
(Not, like, spectacularly blissful– not yet, at least– but pretty good.)
I can confidently say that I’ve spent some serious time in the crucible– and I’ve managed to forge something that seems reasonable… that seems sustainable… that makes sense.
And while the path I’m choosing to take is maybe not as glamorous or as prestigious or as “paved with riches” as I might once have expected it to be, it is, nevertheless, my path.
It is what it is, and I am (perhaps surprisingly) OK with that.
Whatever will be, will be.
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So, when people ask me the seemingly simple question– “Where are you living these days?”– I don’t really know how to answer.
Mostly on Planet Earth…
Is what I want to say.
Because, really, the “where” is not so important to me right now.
Like the Beach Boys, “I Get Around.”
I think a much more important question is:
“Are you living these days?”
Because then I know exactly how to respond.