Reflections

 Reflection

Today felt like another chapter in my own awakening. I walked into a quiet room expecting conversation, but instead life showed me something different. I realized how much I’ve changed, how much discipline has reshaped my mind. As I sat there, listening to someone speak about their struggle in the cold, I felt their pain deeply because I’ve lived it too. I’ve been on that bench, in that wind, with nothing but my breath and my spirit to hold onto.

But somehow, through all of that, gratitude has become the center of my life. Even in the hardest moments, I’ve trained myself to stay focused. I’ve trained my mind to rise above the noise. And the more I look around, the more I see how rare that clarity is. I mean that humbly. I just notice how many people talk strength but don’t practice it. How many talk spirituality but don’t sit with themselves.

All these years of moving my body — walking, jogging, running, stretching, praying, breathing — they’ve taken me somewhere inside myself that I can’t explain. There’s a kind of intelligence that comes from discipline, from getting up every morning, from pushing through the cold, from speaking to God in silence. And because of that, I feel alone sometimes. Not lonely… just ahead in a way that makes me different.

I also feel this pull in my spirit — a desire for a space of my own. A quiet place where I can continue this new chapter of yoga, meditation, and daily movement. I don’t want to be boxed in. I don’t want to settle for environments that don’t match my purpose. My vision is too clear and too sacred to be thrown around or spoken carelessly.

I am learning that during tough times, most people repeat their trauma. They retell it until it becomes their identity. But I’ve trained myself differently. I repeat gratitude. I repeat discipline. I repeat strength. I remind myself that the world is noisy, but God is silence, and silence is where I hear the truth.

So I’m just observing right now. Watching life unfold. Moving 13 miles a day. Calling in the energy and the space that belong to the next version of me. I don’t know exactly where I’ll go next, but I trust the pull. I trust the process. And I trust that all this movement — physical, mental, and spiritual — is guiding me somewhere I’m meant to be.

Yoruba Yogi.