It is the thing I am adjusting to the most with my neck — it is slowly improving though I don’t sleep as well as I normally do which means, I don’t wake up as easily, nor as early, as I normally do. After a restless night with sleep interrupted by my neck calling out for attention every time I roll over, I have been waking up at least an hour later than my preferred 5am.
Which means, I often don’t have the morning time to meditate and write.
I tell myself — You have to make a choice.
What feeds my soul?
I know that when I take time to meditate, my day begins in balance and harmony. The same can be said for writing every morning.
They both feed my soul.
“Is it an all or nothing? Either/or?” my inner guide asks me.
Can I create an opportunity for this, AND, that?
Writing is a form of meditation for me.
Write less. But write, my inner guide whispers.
Heeding her voice, I place my fingers on the keyboard to find the words flowing out.
Sometimes, we must adapt. To adapt, we must accept what is and not bemoan what was or spend our time wishing and hoping it was something else.
To bemoan the lateness of my arising, to wish my neck didn’t hurt or wake me up during the night, would be to diminish what I find, right now, waiting for me in this moment. It would steal this joy of sitting at my keyboard, typing and allowing the words to flow without worry and resentment clouding my mind.
Embracing what is, I let go of wishing now was any way other than how it is. In the presence of what is, right now, I breathe deeply into being present to allow myself the grace of treasuring this moment right now and finding joy in every breath stirring the beginnings of my day.
And the words flow and my awareness of my power to create value and find myself in this moment, right now, awakens.
I am so blessed.