Begin Again

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.


May all beings be happy ♡