Here’s the thing, my optimism about my life is serious, deep and tangible. It is a Spirit within me that won’t let me give up on reaching for the things I want regardless of the difficulties I have to surmount.
I am alive. I am ready. All of this is the push and drive–the friction caused along fault lines in the planet–egging me on.
I’m feeling like as much as I am worrying, that everything is going to work out. I kid you not. Haven’t you guys been following me along this long road for the last two years. Haven’t things been rough, and then I have breakthroughs major and minor.
I believe in myself. I know what is my heart to do, I just have to find ways of making it real in the world around me, and I haven’t been doing a bad job. It ain’t perfect, but it’s more than good enough for government work.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Let the oxygen go to where it needs to. I need to breathe. I need to start doing my yoga again.
I think when I get paid, I’m going to pay for a month of classes at this yoga studio near my house.
I am not giving up. I’m just going to keep doing as many of the right things as much I can. I’ve been doing that, and I’m going to keep on doing it.
My spicy, varied existence is going to kick in. I’m only thirty one, I’ve got all the time I need still.