This week I have been a body of calm. I used to be the kind of person who would wait for the ball to drop. I would be certain that the calm wasn’t a constant state but instead a temporary distraction before the tumultuous storm that was out there lurking, about to hit. I would waste that feeling of serenity anticipating the rock blocking off the middle of my path once again leaving me stuck and helpless with nowhere left to turn.
Lately I’ve realized that my place of calm is permanent. It is a place inside me where I can go when everything around me seems to be spinning out of control. I’ve spent years trying to find that little island that was inside of me all along. I can’t find it in yoga or meditation, in Hawaii or on a beach in France. That calm is me. It’s the quiet place of confidence and strength that is there to remind me that I have everything I need to get me through. It is my greatest weapon, my biggest strength. It is my rock, my home, my heart, my soul.