I’m proud of myself that I started my day with answering a few emails, and then immediately jumping onto my mat and doing an hour of stretching/yoga.
It felt good to spend time with my body again, even if my mind was wandering most of the time.
It will come.
Towards the end, when I was doing some simple sun salutations, I was filled with gratitude and chose to practice some self-forgiveness.
I’ve been so hard on myself in the last few years, keeping myself in a holding belt of constant self-judgment, criticism, and bullshit that led to self-doubt, sticky stuckness, and the inability to trust myself.
And then beating myself up for not being able to move past all this, on top of it.
[Note: yes, even I, get into loops of stuckness and paralysis born out of self-punishing thoughts. It’s time I shed the layers of shame about it, and show up as I am: human.]
I felt myself soften today.
Felt so much gratitude for just being alive. For this experience and all the experiences I’ve had in this life, the good and the bad.
Even if the bad are not completely resolved and I don’t know if they will be.
I’m grateful to be alive.
And I guess it doesn’t much matter what I do with this life as much as it matters that I live it and that I’m alive.
It all counts.
It’s all experience.
I feel softer, slightly, towards myself.
The choices I’ve made have brought me to this moment, and this moment, feeling this gratitude filling every corner of my being, is precious.
I want to cry but the tears aren’t coming yet.
All in due time.
I know my undoing is coming, and it’s coming softly.
Unravel. Unfold. Unfurl.
The chrysalis comes to mind. That mush that isn’t formed, which will become a butterfly but has no shape yet.
In this place, I trust.