Lots of things have me questioning my life choices lately.
The Zika virus, the sudden loss of a friend's husband, the overwhelming feeling I have that I need to be doing more with my life but I can't put my finger on what more is.
"Let your concern be with action alone, and never with the fruits of action. Do not let the results of action be your motive, and do not be attached to inaction" - Krishna
I don't want to get into action just to get into action but that is exactly what my mind would like me to do. To be busy for the sake of being busy.
And god forbid I'm not busy. When did free time become taboo and honestly, what the hell does a balanced life even look like?
Is this how it's all supposed to be?
So I breathe, and I practice non-attachment. I keep moving forward in the dance of doing and receiving.
My mantra becomes "I love my life. I am grateful for all parts of it." The ups, the downs, the goods, the bads, the self-inflicted scrape on the side of my car, my stolen bike, my shattered kombucha bottle that left shards of glass all over the ground. The warm Miami breeze and ripe avocados and blissful people coming out of my yoga classes. It's all perfect and imperfect and perfectly imperfect.
The sun will rise again tomorrow.