Patient

 Today, I noticed how much patience this new path requires.

Writing slows me down, and in that slowness, I see more.

Not just thoughts, but patterns.

Not just people, but myself reacting to them.

I saw how easy it is to blame things outside of me

when attention drifts.

And I realized that responsibility begins

the moment I choose where my focus goes.

I noticed how people lean toward sadness,

how pain pulls attention and creates connection.

And instead of judging it,

I simply observed it.

I listened to the power of the words I use to describe myself.

I felt how identity can protect,

and how it can also limit.

I reminded myself that I am not who I was,

and I don’t need to carry old labels forward.

When I spoke honestly about where I am,

I felt the energy shift.

Not because I was wrong,

but because truth can make people uncomfortable.

I stayed steady anyway.

Today, compassion replaced judgment.

I bowed instead of turning away.

I greeted instead of separating.

I let understanding lead where criticism used to live.

I saw comfort for what it is,

and purpose for what it asks of me.

I chose awareness over ease,

movement over stagnation.

As I walked, I paid attention.

To faces.

To food cooking.

To the space around me.

Noticing without attaching meaning.

I am learning to witness without absorbing.

To stand in my values without hardening.

To keep my heart open while staying grounded.

This is a new journey.

It asks for patience.

It asks for honesty.

It asks for presence.

And today,

I showed up for it.

— Yoruba Yogi