Welcome to this new day in this paradoxical human experience, separate yet together.
Today, I celebrate being imperfect. What are you celebrating?
Yesterday, I really saw how uncomfortable I am with being imperfect. Today, I feel free and empowered to be imperfect.
Yesterday, I also saw how much I believe the stories I tell myself, how much I believe my thoughts.
Today, I am celebrating freedom around seeing that the thoughts aren’t even “mine,” let alone “true.”
Yesterday, I saw how a lot of my life has been about wanting to look good.
Today, I celebrate freedom to express myself authentically (even if it’s simply acknowedging my inability to be authentic), instead of trying to be what I think I need to be in each circumstance, to be liked.
So, the theme is acceptance, freedom, and authenticity.
Yesterday, I was uncomfortable, and I remember telling myself to let myself be uncomfortable and that caterpillars are probably not comfortable as they dissolve. I like to remind myself of this. And also that after the discomfort of facing myself comes a deeper level of freedom.
And here I am, sitting in that freedom of delicious spaciousness of nothing. Knowing nothing, being nothing, wanting nothing. Oh, the relief. And in this eternal now that the mind can not comprehend, then blissful fullness of nothing is all there is.
Contemplation questions as I go about this day. Who else wants to join me in inquiring? Not for the sake of the answers but for the inquiry in and of itself.
What am I seeing within myself? What am I feeling? What stories do I tell about myself? What stories do I tell about others? What stories do I tell about the world? What do I believe is true? What is “I”? Why do I believe this? Is that belief serving us?
Arika Yaeli 