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.