“Why don’t you just stop for now?” Gustavo was practically pleading with me this morning.
“No,” I sniffled and growled. “I’m not going to not finish.” (For some reason, when emotional, I default to double-negatives.)
I rubbed my palms against my eyes to remove the tears, took a deep breath, and stepped under the bar. Continue reading It’s My WOD and I’ll Cry if I Want To
I love having a routine. While I truly admire people who seem to thrive in the midst of chaos, I am just not one of them. Without taking the time to create a sense of order for myself, I become forgetful, I lose things, and I stumble over my thoughts. Continue reading Morning Rituals
“Forever Is Composed of Nows”
– Emily Dickinson
Don’t you love when a moment of clarity comes to you from out of the blue? Continue reading “Forever Is Composed of Nows”
It’s dawn and I’ve just drawn myself out of bed. I grab my yoga mat, sit down, and breathe. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. I think back to my to-do list, pause, and come back to the sound of my breath. Continue reading Breath Control