Gratitude is real. In the simplest of things.
I don’t know when but one day I woke up grateful.
Grateful for everything. The good + the bad.
Thirty one years of gratitude.
i wake up grateful, everyday.
Grateful for the way the sheets feel across my body.
For my favorite pillow supporting my head.
For the darkness, stillness, cold + quiet that allows me to sleep soundly.
And for the 5am wakeup. No alarm needed.
One day I will be grateful to fall back asleep, but these days I am too excited to take on the day.
Grateful for the inhale to fill up the depth of my lungs.
And the exhale to empty of whatever I am holding onto from yesterday.
I spring out of bed, grateful to just be alive.
Grateful for the Nespresso that gives me a quick buzz + the fridge light in my face almost as invasive as the shot of apple cider vinegar that really wakes me up.
I am grateful for the coconut oil smoking in a super hot pan, the deep sizzling sound of an egg frying before topping a cracker that crunches so audibly in my mouth, grateful for the sustenance I’m feeding my body to perform.
I am grateful for the emails that never seem to end,
And grateful that I can shut down my brain + be present regardless.
For the opportunity to challenge myself + others everyday, physically + mentally.
Sneakers on, i am grateful for the raggedy 30$ American Apparel leggings, my shiny black second skin that lets me move freely, with grit + grace, with strength + softness.
I am grateful for my breath - belabored or controlled - for keeping me present.
for my sweat, my rinse, my release.
I am grateful for my body for being my home,
For keeping me safe, and forcing me to feel both pleasure + pain.
I am grateful for lust, love, and loss.
For passion. And heartbreak.
I am grateful for laughter. always. With others + alone.
For my tears. Happy + sad.
I am grateful for my heart for feeling.
My gut, for speaking.
My eyes, for seeing.
My mouth for questioning,
My ego for interrupting,
And my ears for listening.
I am grateful for the conversations I’ve had. And the ones that never happened.
For those who question my integrity + allow me to question myself.
For the supporters + the skeptics.
The students + teachers. For friends,
and my family who gave me foundation and allowed me to fly, but it wasn’t their permission I needed, it was mine.
I am grateful for my dreams that have led me to my path + purpose.
Its not easy to take on changing the world, but its a challenge I’ve accepted,
to bring balance thru self love, connection, struggle + celebration, to the universe.
Anything is possible. And without hardship, I wouldn’t understand success.
I am grateful for the successes + failures along the way.
I am grateful for the simple + the complicated.
For the challenges + triumphs.
For this moment,
in this breath,
on this day.
the past + present leading to possibility for future.
And as each day comes to an end, I am so grateful to lay my body back down +
feel supported by the bed beneath me.
But mostly, I am grateful in feeling supported by me.
In mind, body + spirit, to rest + reset,
Knowing that I have the tools I need to get me where I want to go.
Grateful that everything I need is inside.