Grounded

Sometimes, I really appreciate living on a planet with gravity. With gravity, I know that at least one of my feet has to be touching the ground. It might be touch-and-go as I hop along from place to place, but eventually, I know I will find secure footing. It could be exciting to visit a far away universe with zero gravity and float around in the atmosphere, but I think being completely untethered sounds more or less terrifying. I can appreciate gravity for the way in which it keeps me grounded. I feel more secure when I know the surface beneath my feet.

This summer, I've made a lot of changes. That statement is such a gross understatement that I can't even begin to describe it in more detail. Some of these changes have been excruciatingly unsettling, and some of them have filled me with a giddy sense of excitement. At times, I've felt like I've lost my footing, and I've found myself searching for my sense of purpose. Who am I? What am I looking for? What makes me happy? What do I need out of life? What legacy do I want to leave behind? The answers to those questions are constantly evolving, and I'm learning to be at peace with that uncertainty.

On the days where I'm feeling lost, I remind myself that gravity is on my side. I'm not afraid to take risks. I can experiment, I can try new things, and I can allow myself to fail. Through all the trial and error, I know that gravity will bring me back to the core of who I am meant to be.

Maybe this sense of being grounded is why I like yoga so much. During this morning's session, I found myself focusing on the sensation of my feet on the mat. My feet were connected to the ground: the same ground that connects me with everyone else on this beautiful planet. While I'm stretching up and around, I feel secure to stretch to my limits because my feet are firmly planted on the ground. I am balanced, and I am strong. I am grounded.