There are days when nothing dramatic happens.
No big decisions, no milestones, no clear endings or beginnings.
Just moments stitched together quietly; breath, work, pauses, thoughts…thoughts…and more thoughts….drifting in and out.
Today felt like that.
After days filled with movement, emotions, writing, teaching, remembering, I found myself simply being.
Sitting with unfinished tasks, choosing not to rush.
Letting the body speak; a little tired, a little sore yet a little grateful. Letting the mind wander without demanding answers.
I noticed how easy it is to feel torn in between what I want to do and what I need to do. Between passion and responsibility. Between the mat and the desk. And instead of judging that tension, I just watched it.
Vipassana taught me this; not to label every moment as productive or wasted, good or bad BUT to notice it as it is.
Even indecision has a texture. Even rest has weight. Even choosing “not now” is a form of clarity.
Tonight, there was work (lots of ‘em) then a pause, a screen glowing softly in the background and a quiet sense of relief in allowing myself to slow down.
No guilt. No proving. Just acknowledging where I am.
Some days, growth doesn’t look like effort. It looks like listening.
And today, listening was enough……
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