Years ago, I was a lot more impatient than I am today. I used to get irritated and angry and offended quite easily. I scream in enclosed areas, I throw things across the room-- I had that kind of intolerance towards my own emotions and the world around me. Through practicing yoga, I found a little bit more space.
I found space to breathe and space to pause and space to reflect and space to take it easy.
I found space to acknowledge whatever it is that I am feeling without trying to change it, because this life by nature is a series of changes.
I found space to observe, space not to sink down, space not to be burdened by the weight I sometimes think I carry.
I found space to grow, space to stay still, space to move, space to move on.
I found space to be completely accepting of who I was, who I am, and who I will be.
I am flesh, blood, bones, yes; but I am also living space. While this body is breathing and this mind knows thinking and the heart keeps loving, I will create space.
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