Occasionally

in this wintertime, where my life feels frozen and my body seems to freeze with it, I get a reminder that I am, in fact, very alive.

For example, today in yoga. It was a hot yoga class, which was exactly what I needed, and it was the sort of class where you basically get to rest in just a few long poses. And breathe. And be aware of your breath. I feel like I'm closer to the point of being at peace now.

And then, earlier this weekend, there was the sort of reminder of my aliveness in the form of Beale Street and the music and alcohol that comes with that. Oh and my not giving a shit what I'm doing. Wonderful wonderful wonderful, and I believe I have perfected the art of learning to be casual with boys.