I did my yoga practice this morning. It felt particularly good. I loved the teacher. I loved the poses. I loved the opening it created. I’m glad I did it because my day required groundedness and lots of compassion for others and myself. I suppose every day requires that, but I’m not always able to give it like I’d like to. My ego and insecurities get in the way. I hate that I’m not perfect. I hate that I’m not even close to perfect. But, I guess if only perfect people can throw stones, there’s not a lot of stones coming my way. I just need to keep on going and trying to be a better human every day. I’m better than I was 20 years ago, so I guess that’s something. I have to say I’m sorry less and less, but it’s still a big part of my vocabulary. I don’t know what I’d do without it.

I’m going to call it an early night. An epsom salt bath is calling my name, and I hope it helps me sleep. Send some prayers my way, will ya? I’ll send some right back to you. Pray for nothing in particular … He knows what I need.

Good night, y’all. I hope you have a great week.