Author: thepathtoworthy

Here we are again. The weekend. Welcome back. I sort of ran through the second bit, but maybe I didn’t land somewhere that felt satisfying for you. Let’s revisit for a moment and then we can move onto the first (well, that felt funny to write).   I will contend that every single age period… Continue reading 41 and still undone…

I guess I never really got back to the place I wanted to, which is tying my initial thoughts (and the song lyrics) with this whole ‘choose your battle’ chat. I will. We are just about there, but not yet. Yesterday, I walked through what it means to pick one’s battles and why I don’t… Continue reading Oh, how I’ve grown.

We were talking about battles yesterday, or perhaps the misuse (or at least misinterpretation) of that word. Right now, when I consider battles, I think about the Ukrainians. I think about trans and queer kids living in Florida and Texas, or really, anywhere. I think about so much strife and so many tough and rather… Continue reading Compromising behavior.

I haven’t moved much. Now I’m in a chair. A chair that isn’t mine, gazing at a fireplace that isn’t mine, eating dried fruit that isn’t mine, but also, sort of is, all at once. My legs are still sore. Maybe more so than yesterday. This is what happens. It is a progression. I don’t… Continue reading But is it a battle?

I drove up to my cousin’s lake house today to have a visit. I needed a change of scenery and he’s incredibly good company and so, the offer was too good to pass up. I am normally inclined to listen to a podcast or an audio book on a drive, but I don’t have the… Continue reading The Drive.

I flow through Sun Salutations. At first, I am thoughtful, thought-filled, and then, there is no thought at all. I am stilling the fluctuations of my mind. Yogas Chitta Vritti Nirodha. I am resigned and resilient. I am not depressed. I am just struggling. Times are difficult. This time has been difficult. Trying. Long. Lonely.… Continue reading Namaste.

My mind drifts back from the morning to my space. My studio apartment. Scented with sandalwood and rose and baked tofu and wrinkle-releaser spray. I am cross-legged on my mats. My three mats. My three mats on top of my beautiful magical carpet. Eyes still closed, I pull myself forward onto my hands and knees.… Continue reading Cat-Cow.

Where was I? Oh right. Hearing loss. Perhaps I will start rotating ear buds. Alternate side ear parking. Worth a shot anyway. I resign myself to the right earbud, again, as it’s all I have. The Lumineers croon in my ears and I find a jog. A shuffle, really. It always takes me a moment… Continue reading The Early Dawn Warrior.

I strike the match against the worn strip. There’s a gentle spark and an acrid smell fills my nostrils, but no flame.  It’s dark but as I readjust my grip, I can feel the swirling lines on the side of the glass. I remember when I first saw a photo on Instagram. What did they… Continue reading Centering.

I have very often, especially as of late, elected not to share my opinion or thoughts on a particular subject with friends. I see clearly how I’ve had an experience that parallels what they are going through, but I anticipate a poor reaction to my sharing of the story. So, I choose to keep it… Continue reading To share or not to share, that is the question.