There’s been a lot of crying lately. Not from sadness exactly, more like something is being released. I can’t fully explain it yet, and maybe I don’t need to. I just know I feel different.
What’s strange is that my life is already so good that it almost feels unnerving to imagine there could be even more joy, more growth, more love waiting for me. For a long time I think I unconsciously believed life had to be hard all the time. Now, things feel lighter. Softer. More alive.
There are so many new adventures unfolding. In June, I’m going to Peru,a dream come true. Even writing that feels surreal. Somewhere along the way, life stopped feeling like something to survive and started feeling like something to participate in.
Recently, my yoga teacher said something that has stayed with me:
“You can fall in love with every breath.”
And honestly, I think that’s what’s happening.
Not in some perfect, enlightened way. I still overthink. I still worry. I still cry unexpectedly. But there’s this growing awareness underneath it all, this quiet understanding that being alive is enough sometimes.
The little moments feel bigger lately:
the morning air,
a deep breath,
the growth of spring,
birds chirping,
the feeling of my body relaxing after holding tension for too long.
Life is good.
Not perfect. Not finished. Just good.
And maybe that’s more than enough.
“Feel good, do good, be good.” — Yogi Bhajan
Comments
Post a Comment