Some days, I feel so scattered. Fragmented. Pixelated. Seemingly concrete thoughts connected to a core value scatter to dust as they transform into words. I see sentences come out of my mouth that run on and on as they try to find form and continuity.
I take wrong turns. I forget the whole reason I went to the store. I send a short text and discover my children have destroyed the house I just cleaned. I burn the potatoes to a crisp when there is no plan b for dinner.
Ever feel like that?
The habit: Hit replay and be the armchair self-critic.
The choice: Soften. Kindness.
I can take a deep breath (or four) and know that my perceptions of my actions do not define me. My intentions, core values, carry me.
I can resume the lifelong peace talks I am having with myself.
This is when I turn to my yoga practice. The rhythm of breath, the ritual of a vinyasa flow, and the support of a restorative pose will bring me back together. I find myself grounded and healed. I am reminded:
Life is meant to be lived from a place of gratitude, not from a place of harsh criticism or judgement.
Life will not always be clear or in focus. It will be messy and uncertain.
It’s okay. It’s how it’s supposed to be.
I am alive and well.
I can lighten up and start each moment as a rebirth, a new start.
I can live this life.
I can love this life.
I can let the light in.