But today I thought I'd write about how some things aren't changing at all. Or perhaps are actually getting better.
I was in a kick-your-ass yoga class yesterday. From beginning to end it was almost 2 hours of heart pounding, sweat soaking, music blaring insanity. I moved so fast from pose to pose it felt like the step classes I used to be addicted to.
My balance never wavered. My concentration never broke. I even held arm balances, even if only for a second or two, that is never been able to before.
Standing in the front row, the word ALIVE staring back at me from a mural, I silently thanked my body for being strong, for healing well, for rising up to challenge. Tears stung my eyes as I acknowledged that not everything is changing. Except, perhaps, feeling gratitude more and more easily.