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I bought it from the same yoga studio where I first read this line written by Rumi: “Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.” Lucky for me, some old soul wrote this on the chalkboard before sweating off ten pounds in vinyasa.
A few of you have asked, “What was the most important thing you learned from your sabbatical?” Rumi wrote my answer: Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love. Actually, I’d like to make one minor revision: Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pulls of all that you truly love. It’s not as poetic, but Rumi wasn’t a mother. I have lots of loves: my family, my friends, writing, learning, feminism, exercise, and art. For the last year, I’ve enjoyed the luxury of letting myself be drawn by all my pulls. What happened? The skies didn’t part. There was no lightning bolt. There was no grand vision. No earth-shattering moment. It was better than all of that: I woke up every morning feeling happy, excited and grateful. For three-hundred and sixty-five days, I woke up feeling lighter. I don’t know how else to describe it. So what happens now? I’ve started the next chapter. I’m exploring a new kind of work, in a new field. I have another set of New Year’s Resolutions. I have my health, my family, and my friends. But I don’t have all the answers. I screw up daily. I make mistakes. I fumble. But I’m on the path.