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Beginning Again
“Celebrate endings, for they precede new beginnings.” — Jonathan Lockwood Huie
The gift of being ones own best friend, of enjoying ones own company has intangible insurmountable worth. Here I am. Its Thursday. I took yoga this morning, started the day off with my sangha, presenting to my class, and sitting for five hours and learning, picking up my daughter from school and then ending my day teaching yoga. I came home and for the first time in what feels like ages but is more like a week; I actually had time to myself. And it felt great. I went grocery shopping, it brought me joy. I went for a run, I actually think I danced I had so much fun. My inner little Karissa thanked me for coming home to herself, beginning again and not holding myself to some ridiculous standard of competition from a prior in better shape, self. It was lovely. I relaxed into my own being. Enjoyed my own company. Played. Listened to music. Did yoga. I’m still jamming out while writing this. And its like I had this ah-ha moment where I realized this moment, right here, this is what I have been searching for all along. This moment where I am happy, just purely joyful. To just be. Because I know I am surrounded by a community that cares. That I cultivated and built. By being myself. The support system of chosen like minded family that loves me unconditionally because they want to, not because they have to. That chooses to see the best in me…
