its the place where things happen.
thoughts ignite and come to life.
sometimes crazy, maybe a little inspiring, or even life changing.
the magic is all over. it’s one of my favorite feelings. and it always leaves me feeling satisfied and craving more.
I feel it when I run, when I yoga, even when I am taking photos.
its that spot, that sweet spot…where everything just….works.
everything is right where its supposed to be in that exact moment.
its that point in my run when I start thinking I might not be able to last much longer, and somehow, deep down a burst of energy sends me forward and keeps me going.
or in yoga, when I start thinking…I don’t know if I can do that…and then, like magic, everything lines up and all of a sudden I can do headstands without the wall.
or that nearly perfect afternoon where the sun is just right and the sky is a mix of periwinkle blue and fluffy white clouds float through.
those lazy afternoons when time goes slow so you can savor every moment that passes.
and in those moments, nothing else matters, because I know that in that everything is where it is supposed to be.
all the lists that I have written down on paper and stored in my head, those don’t matter.
it will all get done.
somehow, in all this crazy, everything manages to find its way.