Today was crummy. And now that I am in bed and I haven’t done yoga but I’m comfortable and nothing has gone wrong in the last 20 minutes, I’m starting to relax.

All day in the crummy day I still knew none of this was really bad. This is the kind of bad day I would beg for if things really went wrong.

Didn’t change the constant getting knocked down, trying again, getting kicked back to the ground feeling that ground through all day long.

Is this important enough to actually sit and type out and hit publish? of course not. That isn’t the point of today’s entry. The point of today’s entry is that even in the crap, I can sit here and keep this promise to myself that I will practice writing. I will practice reconnecting to this part of me. Even on the really throat punching kind of days.