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Yoga7even aims to give each student the tools to assist them on their individual yoga journey. Yoga Yoga is always better....TOGETHER!

Through a guided practice we intend to add to everyday relaxation and fun, create an avenue for balance in every aspect of life, and make a yoga conscience lifestyle accessible and approachable to all. We aim to cultivate peace of mind so each student can find and retain their strength while growing and aging with grace. Through an elevated consciousness and strength in community, we can inspire positive changes in the world around us.

06/23/2021

The Y7 studio will be closed as of June 30th. It’s been an honor to serve the Quincy yogi community.

A new leaf and a new adventure awaits. Stay tuned here.

02/01/2021

I got cozied in this past Saturday evening after spending the day in my analytical brain. I was so ready to get wild & creative after getting my fabric swatches ready.

Then, just as I was stacking fabric, I received a “we need you” call from the cafe. It was busy, finally our prayers answered. So I went back to work.

Creating time just for me is nearly impossible, there is always work to be done. Then I realized. It’s not about creating “time”, we can not create time. Finding the balance between the 2 is where the big work needs to be done. Little bits at a time, this quilt will come together.

There is enough time. We must find the balance.

01/28/2021

I’ve shared some of inner work over the last 2 months. It’s been heavy work to sit with anger & grief and give it voice. I constantly return to the wisdom shared by my teacher “The only way out is through”.

I subconsciously had ran from my emotions. I distracted myself with work, projects, inward shame & outward blame. Sitting with my feelings & emotions is still uncomfortable.

The tools, energy, and people that have helped me through this wasn’t spelled out in a manual. I had to compassionately turn inward and begin to trust my intuition. The beacons of light then became visible & I was able to reach out.

When I found the courage, clarity & voice to let my inner world meet my outer world. It created a vulnerability that connected me and most importantly, allowed me to feel love.

There’s no right or wrong way to sit with grief. While I don’t recommend my path, it was necessary for me to learn a few more of life’s greatest lessons.

01/19/2021

Enjoying my toes playing in the shifting sand, it hit me. The stable ground my anxious mind was searching for doesn’t truly exist.

The chain of events in 2020 left me consumed by anger. I was real angry about all of the global & untimely personal events out of my control. My anxious mind exhausted itself searching for some form of control to make it all stop.

On this beach, I had sat with my anger long enough & finally realized I was actually experiencing grief.

I had been fortunate to never have danced with grief. I heard about it and never had to sit with it and experience it’s intensity. Yeah, my grandparents passed & a few acquaintances - they all felt timely or distant enough it didn’t pierce my heart.

Then 2020. My sister, 39, diagnosed with breast cancer. Global pandemic shuttered my businesses with the heaviness of death all over the daily news, then after the 3rd untimely death in my family, I was unable to hold back the tsunami of emotions. My strong & stoic containment wall came crashing down with an anxiety attack.

I’m finding my grief was & can be intense. I thought we only experienced it with the loss of a loved one. I’m learning it comes with any feeling of loss. As I come out of my survival mode & let my anxious mind rest, I feel space to think, to breath and to heal. The emotions that are surfacing are requiring tenderness & deep compassion. Its forcing me to put to rest my self-critic & negative self narratives which opens up connections to you & the greater whole.

So many stars had to align for me to be able to take this time away. My gratitude is not lost for the efforts and support of so many. Thank you 🙏🏼

01/16/2021

It’s like riding a bicycle...especially in the sunset.

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01/14/2021

This is the last handstand I practiced. It was during lockdown in early April.

I was 6.5 yrs into being addicted to work and an exhausted entrepreneur. I could barely show up for myself on these days. My prized analytical brain couldn’t think it’s way out of COVID-19 lockdown. I felt daily defeat.

All I could do was keep putting on my brave face to show up for my clients & my employees. That was all the energy I had in a given day. The lockdown shut down 2 of my 3 small businesses. Financial ruin loomed with each passing day. I was in the thick of uncertainty & I had to keep putting one foot in front of the other. My entire identity had been wrapped around my businesses.

I specifically remember I did this to remind myself I was strong. I told myself daily I couldn’t break. Clients came to me because I was strong. I was a yogi that could guide them further into their mind & body connection. If I showed vulnerability, it was surely going to end in a flood of public tears & show I was an imposter.

Let me share how scary sharing this self-narrative feels. Imagine standing in the social media arena naked, anticipating the hateful lashing & feeling emotionally exposed without any defense.

However, it’s the opposite. I’m getting gratitude messages daily on how sharing my story is helping you find courage for your own challenges.

Putting my stories into words creates serious personal discomfort (emotional exposure outside of my “I’m fine”). It also has created an inner strength & external connections that feel stronger than any handstand.

2020 was the worst year of my 38 years personally & professionally. This pose was my defensive armor to show myself I was strong & in control. Now I understand, it’s my self-compassion, forgiveness & grace that give me strength to admit, I am not in control. That doesn’t make me weak, it makes me human.

01/10/2021

I’m reading a fiction book I’m really into right now. Then there is a fleeting thought, I’m late.

Have you ever felt like you were running late to something with no where to go? I just got that passing thought in my mind that I had to be somewhere. This view is my whole day. My body got fidgety, my breath shortened & I felt my reaction to this passing habitual thought try to get me up & be productive.

I am on day 8 here. I’m 7 weeks coming down off my work addiction. The height of it was between July 08-Sept 20 last year, I worked 7 days a week. Not by choice but because the business was suffering & my sweat equity meant I could pay my employees. Watching my mind trying to force me to be productive today is like watching a 2-yr old throwing a tantrum. My inner critic ignores the importance of self care & tries to convince me I’m lazy. It’s not that sitting still is hard for me, I sit in meditation often. I was/am addicted to work as a distraction & building my self-worth around my level of productivity.

That passing thought created excess energy on my nervous system by pushing adrenaline on it. All this created by a passing habitual thought.
That is life inside an anxious mind of a recovering workaholic. I’m sitting here until sunset.

01/09/2021

I watched this hermit crab for a good 10 minutes. Anytime I put my phone next to me, he moved. I would try to get him on video & he stopped and pulled in again.

Then I got it. He didn’t feel safe with the shadow of my phone over him. I told Kermie the Hermie, I totally get it.

So often the shells & protective walls we build against shadows feel emotionally safe and hide our unique beauty from a dark world. I’ve been protective, I felt I had to be to be safe. Putting on my “brave” face as I called it. When in my deep days of grief all I wanted to do was hide in my bed. My husband once even asking me in 2020 why I was being robotic. Really, I thought it was protecting me and enabling me to do my daily life better.

Truth is...Vulnerability is a stronger & more sustainable practice and creates more connection than our protective shells offer us.

So many of you have reached out with your own stories, challenges and grief since I’ve started sharing. It’s felt so uplifting & freeing to know I have space to live beyond my shell. It’s not about the path of least work & resistance, but the path of most fulfillment.

01/07/2021

Generalized anxiety is largely misunderstood. The wave of generalized anxiety is often misinterpreted to over reacting, exaggerating worry and even labeled ungrateful or crazy. In my experience, it does not hinder me from making decisions, my anxious mind steals the joy out them. I still intuitively know what I like and dislike. My anxious mind is fueled with affirmations as “you do better under pressure” or “you make it look so easy”, it’s always work to slow life down, it’s rarely easy. It doesn’t take away my self confidence in whether or not I can do a task or daily life, it speeds it up to make me believe I need to get it done now.

Breathing out, as I’ve been extensively trained & preach daily to my clients, doesn’t work when the adrenaline kicks in. My self-narrative fails to give me permission to pause. The adrenaline casually rushes in with a ceiling fan decision. I don’t have to be in an extreme life situation to feel that kick in.

To live in that moment of paralyzing anxiety, my body feels frozen in time with my nerves crawling through my skin & my brain in overdrive. I have a recurring dream about it. The dream is seeing where I need to be but regardless of my efforts, I am unable to get to that space because my feet are superglued to the floor.

From my self-study, it’s part trained mindset, part endocrine system fatigue and part nervous system stuck in flight or fight. Self-doubt and fear of failure creeps in. However, experience is always my best teacher because reality is rarely as bad as my self-narrative would like me to believe.

I’m unraveling & unwinding my anxiety, healing my body & slowing my mind. It’s so much work. The ocean is not the wave.

01/06/2021

An anxiety trigger for me is getting caught in decision fatigue by mentally focusing on 1 place & having to make decisions for another. Some label this “multi-tasking”.

Rewind 2 yrs ago. My boyfriend, now husband, had decided to move to Quincy. It was an incredibly exciting time in our relationship. Professionally, I was trying to financially stabilize my newly opened cafe & 5 new kitchen employees. Adding a 3rd small business felt like enough in 1 yr, but, here I was now moving into a massive new house, getting my old one ready for sale and remain “in control”.

This new house needed work to feel like our home. Our parents came the first weekend to paint our bedroom & get it set up so we could have 1 room settled. I specifically remember my anxiety over a decision I had to make on a ceiling fan on a Sunday morning. My step dad was coming & could switch out the dated fan, but I had to find a new one, N O W. Exhausted from deciding paint colors, working all weekend, worrying about sales numbers & all the things that go wrong in a small business- I couldn’t hold on. I sat & cried over a ceiling fan.

I remember looking up at Marv while I sat on a bench in our unpacked house & seeing his utter confusion & sense of helplessness. This was not how I wanted things to be. Personally, it was such an exciting time & my energy was being pulled into too many directions.

In an anxious mind, small things feel like an impassable mountain. One more decision feels like the straw that broke the camels back. And physically being in one space while worrying about another robs us of being able to be fully present.

There are days I can giggle about the fan and while in reflection, I can clearly see it was the trailhead of the path that lead me to break.

01/05/2021

An anxiety lie I have often told myself. “I’ll be happy when...” and that when could be anything from grass being mowed to sleeping through the night to increasing my business productivity. I’ll be happy, but, only then.

I heard it with my 6-yr old niece over the holidays. We were doing a puzzle & she said “I’ll be happy when it’s all done, Aunt Chele”. My heart sank. I gently explained to her we can be happy now when we are turning over all the pieces.

Anxiety creeps into our daily thoughts real slow. Placing our minds in the future & then forgetting to let us fully live in the present. It’s addicting. Physically, it is an adrenaline & cortisol rush the body begins to crave. It’s the same feeling a runner gets before a race. Outside voices praise the ability as a professional skill set in words like “Type A personality”. It fans the flame.

The anxious voice in our head tells us to speed up & gets us to believe we need to get to our end vision or goal now. For anxious minds, it’s hard work to slow the process down. It’s work to lower the voice in our head so we can be fully present. It’s hard work to truly appreciate what’s directly in front of us.

I’m replacing that lie with the affirmation, “I’m happy, now”.

01/01/2021

Standing tall in tree pose, I was oblivious to the forces of 2020 & absolutely nothing could have prepared me for what was to be served up. 10 months included balancing my first year of marriage with establishing 4 rental properties for my husband, managing 3 small businesses & 14 employees during COVID-19 shutdowns, a hard look at my personal health & hormone imbalances & adrenal fatigue, professional burn out & 3 very unexpected family deaths. Sleepless nights, decision fatigue & uncertainty snowballed my anxiety as I publicly tried to hold myself together. I was working with a therapist and yet, still felt very stuck as events kept piling on. At one point, she even said “this is all just too much”.

I bottomed out. Like a giant oak tree unable to withstand the winds. As I begin to reflect on it, I’m stepping in with grace. The greatest part of breaking was that was it broke away all the ways I was trying to hold myself together. It has made life so much more simple & opened doors for self-discovery. The discomfort sprouted inner growth. It’s still a fragile process & with the new year comes 365 opportunities to move forward. My gift & my curse is that I don’t easily give up on anyone’s journey to their higher self, including my own.

Thank you for all of your personal & professional care & support in 2020. In gratitude, I humbly bow to my family, friends, clients and supporters. God & the Universe is answering prayers with incredible kindness & compassion.

#2021

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Quincy, IL
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Monday	7am - 7pm
Tuesday	7am - 7pm
Wednesday	7am - 7pm
Thursday	7am - 7pm
Friday	7am - 5pm
Saturday	7am - 11am

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