Aren’t we lucky?
She screams in the backseat for an hour although I’ve done all I can
When they fantasized:
“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, “Wow what a ride!”
Were they thinking of raising children? Could they even have imagined it? Because nothing has already left me so thoroughly used up.
Today I was brought back to an old relationship that often left me wondering why I stayed through the suffering of it. I kept looking for the teachings in it. Surely it was forging me into a better person, I believed.
I wish to experience this life fully. It’s guided my risks always. I err on the side of used up. I asked for this experience.
I did hatha yoga this morning. I barely got through 3 long sun salutations. My thoracic screaming in the backseat, so much holding of a new weight.
A painful child’s pose, forward bend, even mountain pose. I breathed and softened, restoring enough balance to do it all over again today.
The next challenge: Single mom for a few days.
Aren’t we lucky? Aren’t we lucky? Aren’t we lucky?