Author: thepathtoworthy

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.

I don’t think it’s unusual that someone doesn’t know how to just listen. Listen without offering an opinion or advice. Hell, I fall into that camp from time to time. I just want so desperately to say something or do something that makes it all better. I am, of course, super well intentioned, but I… Continue reading Ya hear me?

Do you know people who seem entirely deficient when it comes to the basics of human interaction? There are so many reasons why a person is this way. Genetic disposition, nurturing (how they were raised), a side effect of terrible relationships or other experiences, and so on. If you don’t know who or what I’m… Continue reading You, sad. Me, robot.

Mother Teresa was quoted as saying “People are unrealistic, illogical, and self-centered. Love them anyway.” Lovely sentiment, eh? Only Mother Teresa could get away with sharing such a simple and powerful thought. My instant reaction is sure, I’d love to, but do I get to be pissed off too? Or, when I act that way,… Continue reading Mother Teresa Said So.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the idea of making things all about me. I mean, wondering if it’s something that I do often. I’m not silly enough to believe I never do it, as I know it’s part of human nature. I’m just wondering how often I do. It’s hard to keep track of… Continue reading It’s not about you…it’s about me.

What does all of what I've been talking about mean in the scheme of female friendships? Well, this means that I’ve never really had an easy time. I question myself, I question others, and I waffle back and forth all the time. I almost never know where I stand and how to withstand the stepping… Continue reading Thank you, LB.