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So…I bought a yoga studio yesterday. !

Three weeks ago, I set out as an aspiring student in search of a yoga studio.

Today, I bought it.

The journey from Point A to Point B was every bit as whirlwind and/or crackpot as it must sound, plus some.

The short story version begins with the move to New Orleans. First things first: find a new dentist, chiropractor, doctor for the kids, hair salon. Get the kids settled in school and into their new routine. Learn my way around and the quirks of traffic. Meet my neighbors.

After those details of life (that we tend to take for granted until suddenly they are no longer routine) are once again familiar, I begin Phase II: figuring out where I fit into it all.

And when there’s figuring out to do, I do what I’ve been doing since junior high: I go running.

And while running clarifies, simplifies, strengthens and empowers just about everything for me, it doesn’t offer much in the way of flexibility. This is especially true when I stop. Stretching my reach toward my feet to untie my laces after a long run reminds me of my mere mortalness (to say nothing of my age.)

Yoga. I need a yoga class. For years, I’ve been chasing the perfect yoga class. In the D.C. area, class times either conflicted with morning carpool or coincided perfectly with commuter traffic. New Orleans, on the other hand, serves up yoga classes easily and conveniently. I was thrilled to find a studio in my neighborhood.

And then I learned, talking with my instructor after class, that the owner was closing the studio in December. Crushed by the news, I lingered in the doorway and took in my little snapshot of this community I’d just discovered. Something in me shifted — that’s the best I can describe it.

I drove straight home and asked my husband how he felt about buying a yoga studio.

• • •

Fast-forward through three crazed weeks of talking with investors, bankers, accountants, attorneys, friends, family, neighbors and just about anyone who will listen to last night, when we met with the owners, Dave and Jen.  We made a formal offer, and they accepted. Looking back, that moment when Dave and Carlos shook hands and Jen and I embraced encapsulates all that is this yoga studio we are buying: a business — one welcomed by and entwined with community. Our community. Our new home.

“Bloom where you’re planted,” wrote my graduate school advisor when I announced the move to New Orleans. “You always do.”

A lotus blossom, perhaps?  🙂

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  • Randy Smith - Congrats Christine!
    Wishing you all the best!

    RandyReplyCancel

  • Danny P - C, SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! Hope it not only profits your wallet but you soul. And would a ganja leaf be so bad? Has enlightened plenty of journalists and writers over the years. 😉ReplyCancel

  • Susan - Wow, congratulations, Christine!! That is exciting news. I wish you all the best! Namaste.ReplyCancel

  • Schulze - Absolutely awesome! You are kinda crazy, and I’m sure that is what makes you who you are! You are outstanding and a model for many of us who should do more things like this. Kinda outside of our box, so to speak! Congrats and good luck with this new adventure!ReplyCancel

  • Trevor Hadley - Hey Christine,

    I just wanted to let you know that you are officially the 15,000 client of MBO. You are kind of a big deal around and just wanted to let know that you are now part of MINDBODY history. Congratulations and welcome!

    Best Wishes,

    Trevor HadleyReplyCancel

  • Ray - That’s incredible, Christine. Congratulations.

    You always surprise, in a good way.ReplyCancel

  • christine - Thank you!

    Woodhams, you make me laugh. 🙂 How’s this?ReplyCancel

  • mark - ummm…looks more like a marijuana leaf than a lotus blossom.ReplyCancel

  • Teressa - How absolutely exciting!! I love yoga and am green with envy but tickled pink you’ve found something…..something wonderful!!ReplyCancel

  • Erin - Namaste!ReplyCancel

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