i just finished a yin yoga class and went head to head with my biggest challenge...getting still. at the moment, my plates are all spinning at wild rates and while i resist that speed, it was clear tonight i resist stillness more. funny how that works, isn't it?
and while my plates are full, i only seem to toss on a bit more. why? because the busyness stills the rampant chatter in my head, calms the anxiety, and silences the worries. it is a walking contradiction and impossible to maintain that pace. but for now, this is my truth. raw, vulnerable, madly-spinning, wickedly chaotic truth.
and i just try and harmonize it all with what i know works - a practice of diligent self-care. meditation, yoga, finding breath, seeking stillness, and recording gratitude. little switches like changing out a coffee for chamomile tea (not every coffee mind you, good lord, that may just put me over the edge), or walking where i easily could drive just to get outside and look, winding down the week at the shore, closing the door to my room and unrolling the yoga mat - if only for a few moments and remaining calm when pirates come in yelling with swords drawn in dramatic stance (because that's what pirates do!). it's about not finding a moment for peace but finding peace within that moment. and when all else fails...just breathe