dayleeo

It’s about 7:30 am, the sun is rising and casting long beams through tiny slits in the blinds, making sharp glowing swords across the floor and walls. I've got calming meditative music coming through my headphones and I’m watching the room get brighter and brighter, like a time-lapse in some crappy student film.

I didn’t make my bed before I started yoga, because I had the full intention of going straight back to it after I was done. Today’s class was one of my old school favorites that I had forgot about, it has all my favorite deep stretches, and although my body feels better for having done it, I’m feeling anxious and discouraged.

I guess there’s a reason for that cliche student film shot, of one person standing on a crowded sidewalk or intersection, while the world moves around them in yet another time-lapse fashion. That’s an accurate description of my head state today. I guess we've all felt like the Cameron Fry, we can't always feel like the Ferris Bueller.

A timelord out of sync and out of time. My heart hurts today. I may get back into bed, I may not. I’m trying to be thankful for another day to see the sun rise, it really is beautiful. Please know I’m trying, but I’m also hurting.

Deep thoughts?

No deep thoughts today. In meditation, I wrapped my arms around my chest and cried.

If you’re out there reading this, if this transmission made it to you, thank you for taking the time. I know this wasn’t the happiest or peppiest post, but I’m not going to fake it. You deserve the truth, not happy shiny instagram-curated masquerading.

So, thank you for listening
<3 Dayleeoga

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