I am in a strange place in my life, and I'm not even sure if I have the ability to articulate it here.
Often the reason I write is to help me make better sense of not only this world, but my place within the confusion.
I don't have to be perfect.
I need joy to teach yoga, but joy was missing. I get stuck in a feeling, and fear that it will last forever.
I'm definitely not the most rational person in the world.
I talk the talk, but I do not always walk the walk.
Every morning, I walk by empty bedrooms, and although I love that they are moving toward independence, it is different...
am I even a grown up?
I'm still working on that, so it feels incongruous with reality.
I'm taking my sweet time...
I want everything!
I want to take care of myself, but to be coddled, and it changes from moment to moment.