The ground has thawed. Spring is clawing up through the mud.
A line from Astronautalis keeps repeating in my head. “We swim against the tide until our every bone is broken.”
We don’t think we can do this. Any of it. Keep giving it our best and knowing it isn’t even close to good enough.
But every day we keep existing is proof to the contrary. It’s always been sufficient.
In yoga my teacher talks about impermanence. Nothing stays. Joy, sadness, life. It all flits in and out of existence.
I roll my eyes in a very sarcastic “tell me something I don’t know” way as I exhale back into downward dog.
An hour later I approach her softly and start speaking before she turns to face me. “Thank you. That was exactly what I needed to hear today.”
Clawing our way up. Reaching.