I’m living my best day.
That’s the phrase I’ve been holding.
When I notice anger rising, I ask myself:
“You wouldn’t be angry on your best day, would you?”
That question resets me.
Living my best day doesn’t mean perfection.
It means choosing calm where I can.
Choosing respect.
Choosing love.
Choosing presence.
It really can be that simple.
Returning Differently
I’ve been thinking about how I’ll return to Morocco.
The first time I arrived, life was simple and physical.
This time, I return with awareness.
I don’t need to plan who I will be.
I simply need to live my best day.
Respect.
Love.
An open heart.
With awareness.
The rest will unfold.
Body companion: The Movement Revolution.