Am I Making Waves?
I find my edge and take one more step. I fall. I get back up. I ride a train that feels like it’s speeding off into the distance, and I cannot tell where it’s taking me. I just know I have to be on this train. This One, not that one. The One that takes me to the other end of the world.
The One where my bed is empty at night.
The One where I get butterfly kisses from sleepy children.
Where I have to figure out how to save money and spend money to make money which then makes my head swell as if the numbers were running out of my ears and spilling onto the floor...
The one where I learn to love to practice yoga asana by myself because I cannot find a teacher. I’m not a guru. Where’s my guru?
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