some days are harder to practice than others…much harder. like when your stomach is in knots, your heart is heavy and your mind is racing. but you do the practice and you move and you breathe deeper than you thought you could and you remember that you are alive because you are breathing and goddamn it’s good to be alive and life is good - all of it, even the terrible stuff. and you cry, and you laugh and you do it again and again. i think that’s just how it’s going to be for awhile.