It’s an expensive time of year, with the holidays ahead and the cost of heating through the winter. Gas and groceries keep rising. Snow removal. Grad year expenses for my daughter. There is never enough.
It also seems to be the time of year for appointments. Doctor, dentist, optometrist, therapist. We are running nonstop.
At my teaching job, the kids are getting antsy and the marking is piling up. We are all tired after three pandemic years and the attempt to find some sort of normal again. My patience is thin.
There never seems to be enough hours in the day or dollars in the week.
That old tightness has crept back, the tension hard to shake. I can feel it in my shoulders and my chest, my head still spinning each morning when I wake.
But no matter how buys it gets, I get myself to yoga. It might only be once in a busy week, but I need it like I need water and food and sleep. That one hour sustains me for days, that hour of just breathing, just moving, just being.
That hour reminds me that when everything around me feels out of control, I just need to be in this moment. To just be.
I hope you have something that sustains you, that helps you reset. I hope you have the space of an hour.