You might feel afraid.
Do it anyway.
Your heart might race.
Say it anyway.
Your heart might break.
Love anyway.
You might fall.
Fly anyway.
~ Liz Zdunich

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For the unification of my breath, the beat and my feet
all carrying me both towards and away from
with each deliberate step.

For not knowing where the rain ends and my sweat begins, 
and for not caring as both feel equally delicious as they dance across my skin.

For the certainty that this goal,
this spirit igniting goal,
which today seems so very far away
will soon be my undeniable reality.

For the time earned wisdom which reminds me that these obstacles,
they are merely building strength to catapult life forward into an expression of even more joy.

For vast nothingness.

For lost trains of thought.
Concerns processed, now the past and released.

For the opportunity to run directly into the wind.
The wind; the request from the universe to decide and commit.
As I lean in, it blows away any superficial shit
and leaves behind only space for commitment to my souls desire.

For hitting the edge of my comfort zone.
For acknowledging it, and yet still running on.

For sweet, soulful solitude.

For an insatiable hunger for love,
and for inspiration,
and for passion,
and for life.

For the opportunity to practice that pausing to catch my breath is not failure,
in fact it may be the key to a more pleasurable journey to success,
whatever success may look like in the end.

For a deep knowing that it's not just going to be OK,
it's going to be fucking glorious.

For all of this and more,
gratitude.

Namaste.

Thank you.

Thank you for the pile of dishes I just waded through. They mean I was able to feed my family well.

Thank you for the painfully early morning wake up. It means I am still here. I get to play on this earth for at least one more day.

Thank you for the following morning rowdiness. It meant I was surrounded by my babies who were bounding with abundant energy and good health.

Thank you for the munchkin complaints at the dinner table last night. They meant we were blessed to sit down together as a family and that I have access to so many vegetables to nourish my family.

Thank you for community. It means I am surrounded by inspiration.

Thank you for the tears this morning when I walked down the stairs expecting to see a familiar fur baby face waking up, only to quickly be reminded that he is now watching from above. They mean I had many years of companionship and love walking through life with him. So much so, that my soul knows it's still here, even without my little buddy's physical presence.

Thank you for the realization of previously avoided insecurities. They open me up to reflect and let go of expectations. They also help shape and guide my message and life's work.

Thank you for life lessons. They mean that I am creating the space and curiosity to grow, regardless of my personal thoughts on the timing of their arrival.

Thank you for warm cozy beds. They mean my family has a safe place to lay their heads each night, if only for short bursts through the night.

And today above all, thank you. Thank you for coffee; sweet nectar of the gods, which after the aforementioned night of avoiding beds, makes today a physical possibility.

Namaste.