sun on my face
Maybe I don't need a supplement stack or a nine-step nighttime routine or even enough protein. Maybe what I actually need is to lay on the floor and feel the sun on my face.
I was teaching yesterday and found a particularly sunny spot — the kind where you feel it permeating you, not just warming you — and thought: Oh yes. This.
From that spot I could see the little buds on our Aspen trees that I'm hoping aren't quite ready yet. The streaks on our windows that even my Virgo self cannot get clean. And a tiny rainbow that appeared near the top of my mat — I have no idea how, but it was there, and I was so glad it was.
The modern wellness world wants me to believe that if I just tweak the ratios, adjust the timing, add magnesium, subtract caffeine and ritualize my wind-down sequence, I will finally feel like myself again.
I have tried all of that.
And here's what I keep coming back to — the only note to self that actually matters:
Are you trying to fix yourself? Or feel yourself?
Because you're not optimizing anything. You're just missing it.
