It takes a village to live life

The last two weeks have been living on the edge literally. Every move I made could have been sidelined by a baby making their way into the world. It is not over yet, I have a client who is two weeks past her due date, and is trying to do everything that is right for her. The good news is everything is just right with mom and baby, but the doctor has a policy of meeting at the hospital at 4am! This completely makes no sense to me whatsoever. We tried to come a little later, but they said unless you have an appointment or are actually in labor, they will not allow the induction to begin.

I think it is best for the mother and father to be well rested, especially if they live far. They can avoid traffic, have a nice meal, and have energy for the unknown road ahead. So because of all this my Yoga schedule has been in a flux. Everybody knows I can call at any moment and announce that I am off to a birth. There is one place that it is hard to find a substitute, so last night I was scrambling, literally going down a long list, and I was fully covered for today!


Except that it is not happening today.

So because I contacted so many people yesterday, I knew who to call to cover myself tomorrow.


Now I am trying to get all my ducks in a row.


Reschedule my classes for tonight, and ones that would be tomorrow for today.


Thank God.

It takes a village to be present.

It takes a village to live life.

Speaking of living life,

The post below puts it all into perspective,

So grateful to my husband, my kids, my friends, and my community.

Find your village,

Coach Yulia

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Kevin Smith


I was trying to do a killer standup special this evening but I might’ve gone too far. After the first show, I felt kinda nauseous. I threw up a little but it didn’t seem to help. Then I started sweating buckets and my chest felt heavy. Turns out I had a massive heart attack. The Doctor who saved my life at the #glendale hospital told me I had 100% blockage of my LAD artery (also known as “the Widow-Maker” because when it goes, you’re a goner). If I hadn’t canceled the second show to go to the hospital, the Doc said I would’ve died tonight. For now, I’m still above ground! But this is what I learned about myself during this crisis: death was always the thing I was most terrified of in life. When the time came, I never imagined I’d ever be able to die with dignity – I assumed I’d die screaming, like my Dad (who lost his life to a massive heart attack). But even as they cut into my groin to slip a stent into the lethal Widow-Maker, I was filled with a sense of calm. I’ve had a great life: loved by parents who raised me to become the individual I am. I’ve had a weird, wonderful career in all sorts of media, amazing friends, the best wife in the world and an incredible daughter who made me a Dad. But as I stared into the infinite, I realized I was relatively content. Yes, I’d miss life as it moved on without me – and I was bummed we weren’t gonna get to make #jayandsilentbobreboot before I shuffled loose the mortal coil. But generally speaking, I was okay with the end, if this was gonna be it. I’ve gotten to do so many cool things and I’ve had so many adventures – how could I be shitty about finally paying the tab. But the good folks at the Glendale hospital had other plans and the expertise to mend me. Total strangers saved my life tonight (as well as my friends @jordanmonsanto & @iamemilydawn, who called the ambulance). This is all a part of my mythology now and I’m sure I’ll be facing some lifestyle changes (maybe it’s time to go Vegan). But the point of this post is to tell you that I faced my greatest fear tonight… and it wasn’t as bad as I’ve always imagined it’d be. I don’t want my life to end but if it ends, I can’t complain. It was such a gift. #KevinSmith


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