I woke up this morning.
In my bed.
Today is another chance.
Another chance at this thing called life.
Every day can look vastly different.
Every new day can look the same as yesterday.
Like my inner hamster wheel of life.
Or every new day can look like a possibility.
Even like a miracle.
I looked back over yesterday and realized that everything has changed.
Even though nothing has materially changed.
Only my awareness.
The 'me' in the mirror is more conscious today.
Conscious of my say in the matter.
Conscious of my dreams.
Conscious of my life lessons.
Conscious of the mundane.
Conscious of the magic.
Conscious of merging the mundane and the magic.
Conscious of my fear of the unknown.
Conscious of my mental traps.
Conscious of times spinning on the hamster wheel of life.
Conscious of times that brought me joy.
Conscious of times going through the motions.
Conscious of times meditating in motion.
Times I jumped off the hamster wheel and into a life of conscious practice.
I'm beginning to understand what practice is all about.
It's about recognizing my inner hamster running on a wheel, convinced I'm getting somewhere.
It's about stepping off the wheel and realizing I’ll never be anywhere other than right here.