Things rarely go the way I plan. The fruits of my labor are often…more labor. But every once in a while, things align just right, and it’s like I can see how everything is exactly as it should be. The more I practice, the more frequent this experience becomes. That’s reason enough all on its own.
It can be disheartening to try and keep a #practice on the road. Schedules change dramatically. Professional and social obligations can feel heavy. Sometimes the world outside myself pushes all the right buttons to bring out every bad habit I’ve ever had.
The harder it gets, the more important it is to celebrate the little victories. Sometimes, getting out of bed is a victory for me. Those days don’t happen often anymore.
But when I can pat myself on the back knowing that I’ve done what I could to keep myself well today, or even when I just need to give myself a consoling hug and remind myself that I can choose to make better decisions right now, that’s a big win in my world.