Sunday

 

Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

This morning was another beautiful mystery. I think I got up around 2:31 AM, but the cold held me still for a moment. I had to warm my body before I stepped on the mat. By a little after 3, I was moving, breathing, twisting, stretching, waking myself from the inside out.

I wrote my affirmations, I did my push-ups, and my mind drifted in and out of thoughts. Some deep, some confusing, some funny. Lately everything feels like a comedy — even the bench I sleep on. I wake up, look at it, and all I can do is laugh. I ask the universe, “How do I get out of this? I don’t want to sleep outside anymore. It is cold.” And still… I laugh.

I drift in and out of meditation, in and out of clarity, and I keep seeing how life works. How people treat you when you have nothing. How relationships can shift like the wind. How silence becomes your teacher. I ask myself questions I never asked before:

Would I have treated people the same way?

My spirit says no. Generosity has always been natural to me.

I think about how strange life can be — how many people disappear when you have nothing to offer materially. How many connections dissolve. How love becomes conditional. It makes my jaw drop sometimes. And all I can do is laugh, because I can’t comprehend any of it.

But through all of this, one truth keeps rising in me:

I only know one thing for sure — I want to be a motivational speaker.

Everything else, I’m studying. Watching my thoughts. Studying my psychology. Understanding why I think the way I think.

I can’t get upset. Even in the cold. Even in the uncertainty. I’m just in a deep acceptance mode. A strange clarity. A quiet awakening.

And every day, I write my affirmations.

Every day, I see myself walking the red carpet.

Every day, I feel the future version of me rising.

Life feels like a comedy right now, but the clarity is real.

The truth is real.

The awakening is real.

Yoruba Yogi