i don’t know…

sometimes; what is there to be grateful for? I woke up this morning feeling quite small – like I didn’t belong…

and no amount of dreaming and wishing; more importantly, no amount of action on my part was going to change the circumstances i’m living

though, this morning, i held it all like a yoga pose. minor adjustments made, keep breathing… not attempting to escape the reality of my moment/feeling

just being with it—and continuing to do what i needed to do to the best of my ability

so, i guess i am grateful for progress—though progress is a measured experience—and to what are we using for measuring and comparing?

       only what we know…