I’ve just spent the last two early hours of this morning not sleeping.
Stirring on the couch – with every should passing through.
I should do some yoga. I should write. I should send some Reiki. I should stop clenching my toes. Why am I clenching my butt? Maybe I should sit. I don’t want to get up. Breathe. I should want to get up.
But I stay down.
This is the hard part of practicing gratitude. Being aware of the down, loving myself there, too, and then (and maybe only then) rising back up.
I struggle with patience. The slow rise may give me some. And maybe being grateful for that gain is enough.