I haven't done my exercise the past week that's the truth. I cant believe its been 30 days, it felt more like 60. I'm still in pain, taking it easy, and being positive. February 17th year of the Horse my favorite celebration chinese newyears. I will not forget the value of the exercises.

Reminder to remained grounded and start your day off by grounding yourself ! I found it to be very helpful to remain positive throughout the day and makes it easier to remain aligned.

I haven’t posted everyday but I have always done my exercises. Happy holidays everyone. Silent atmosphere, upstairs neighbors heavy footed kids running around, passing motorcycle rev, I feel my hoodie draped over my eyes. Calm. ... ... ... My last 5 minutes was 4 minutes long. My thoughts were more active, my breathing more noticeable. I cant think of an intention. Its not that I don't care, but it is what it is so I don't care. I do enjoy these moments and these exercises I feel more here and now. Im on track. Tomorrow 20 days straight. 10 more days left. I wish I could read others thoughts and their experiences with the exercises, am I doing what im supposed to do? 10 more days who cares, committed and filling through.

I was leaving work early one morning, and I wasn’t feeling the best. While I was driving, I looked at my dash and saw that my car had 193,192 miles. I thought it was exciting, because one more mile and it would turn to 193,193. So I kept driving, trying to be careful, making sure my eyes stayed on the road. I kept looking up, then looking at the miles, looking up, then looking again, thinking to myself, how long is it going to take for one measly mile? In my head I’m doing the math—60 miles per hour, one mile per minute—and I’m just wondering. It hasn’t been a mile yet. It hasn’t even been a minute. I’m kind of amused, but also really impatient, waiting to see the change. I didn’t want to miss it. And then it finally happened. It flipped to 193,193, and I was like, woo. Right after that, I felt this urge to look at the mile marker I was passing, and it was 369. I was like, whoa, 369. I just thought it was super, super cool. I ended up shouting out, and my voice felt amplified—not forced, not loud on purpose. There was something else behind it, some kind of power, this vibration. And I said, “Life is good. Life is great.” I kept repeating it, and it felt so good. I felt so good. It was amazing. Then yesterday, I had my final medical evaluation, and my mother was driving me to this scheduled appointment. When the moment first happened, I wanted to tell all of you about it, but I decided to keep it to myself. On the way to the appointment, though, I chose to share the story with my mom. I told her the story because she said something that triggered me in a way that made me think, I’m going to tell her this. And after I finished telling it, my mother looked up at the mileage, and it read 193. We both reacted like, whoa :) I believe in certain things, and I see things differently, and sometimes that makes me feel alone. That’s one of the reasons I joined this community. I’ve tried explaining to my mother about energy—how you can read it and see it reflected in the physical world—but she has no interest in it. I don’t understand how something can happen right in your face multiple times and still be dismissed as possibly coincidence.

Today I choose presence over urgency. I trust the clarity that comes when I listen. I honor where I am. I honor what is unfolding. I am exactly where I need to be.