I write this final post with a bit of fear. A bit of fear of saying that I feel proud of myself. Fear of being judged. But I say it anyway, because it is my truth right now.
I am proud of myself.
I am proud of the commitment I made to participate and write about my experiences. This time, together, has guided me to a new layer in my practice. I have strengthened my muscle of being with discomfort. And doing so with less storyline and more present objectivity. And loads of compassion. This is where I am. It is. I am. And there is more. Tomorrow I get to begin again.
