Well. I’m here. And it’s Friday. And that’s something.
I won’t lie. I’ve been going through it. Life. And I love it. Living. If you see my face you know -I’ll never win at poker.
I have read a total ton of inspirational quotes. And I’m left thinking: all these folks writing – the folks were human. What makes their wisdom and the way they view the process of living any more true than the rest of us?
I’m breaking down to build back up. From the ground of myself this time. I’ve built a nest for all my sweet lovely others. Y’all know – I take in the world. Or I took in the world. I’m learning now to take in me.
There are some things that help. And I’m grateful. And sometimes I’m sullen. All the yoga and the Buddhist thought – letting go of ego. Letting go of self. Letting go of stories and just being. I can be for a total of 2 minutes.
I see the value. But as my yoga teacher says, we don’t in fact live in a cave. We live in the world. And I’m grateful on this Friday for her gracious understanding of that.
Life. Joy. Sorrow. Contradiction. Learning. Losing. Meeting. Building. Tearing. Asking. Turning. Leaving. Coming back. Doing it again. If there is a lesson for me it must be yielding to life with grace. If I’m learning anything right now it is compassion where once I had none. Compassion for myself. And that’s something to be grateful for.
I’ll never make a Buddhist. I revel in the dance too much. But I’ll never make a glutton. I value learning how to still. So I’m here. And this Friday, that’s good enough.
And one more thing on a pensive gratitude friday: I’m grateful I still have my momma. Sometimes we all just need ours don’t we?