Today I felt sick, mentally and physically exhausted.
But I rested myself to the yoga mat and practiced where I was. I found energy in the prana mudra, my breath moving in and out of each asana, and my acceptance of myself for where I was today.
I am grateful for my life, but the past can creep up, the heartache and hardships resurface, and I sometimes sense that the wonderful things of today are not deserved by me.
And so I remind myself, good, bad, or indifferent, that nothing is perfect, stationary, or forever. I bring myself back to the present. And I remember how far I’ve come and how hard I’ve worked to get to where I am today.