Who Am I?
What am I actually MADE OF? Am I my inflexible joints or my tight muscles? My sadness or my fear? My worries or my self-doubt? What part of my existence do I choose to believe is ME?
My mind wants to tell me that my suffering is a REALITY, that my life is defined in the hurt and the pain and the struggle. That whatever is happening that scares me or makes me feel small is the absolute truth.
It’s fascinating how easy it is for me to forget that the choice of what to believe is MINE. That actually, I can decide that what’s truly ME is this beautiful moment of calm and connection, no matter how fleeting or rare it may be❤️