Thoughts on Movement and Moving
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Tonight I worked it all out of my system. I took my time with yoga and left marks on the treadmill.
Moving is not for the faint of heart.
So many times I hear the question arise in my mind, What am I doing here?
I allowed this thought to live in my mind until I discovered that every time I asked it, the whole world became about me. Getting caught in the belief that I don't fit in, that my current state is isolation, and the hustle and bustle of the city is too busy to hear me.
I allowed it to live in my mind until I asked it this- Who needs me to live here?
Out there, in the city of over 300,000 people someone needs a Mandy to brighten their life. I have been given that privilege and it is my responsibility to carry it.
I am finding that in the process of adjusting to a new life I move not for myself, but for others. If that, I discover my true self.