My self

 I rise with the sun, and I notice how my mind is changing.

I no longer rush to defend myself.

I no longer need to explain my path.

Today, I learned that patience is strength.

Waiting without complaint softened something in me.

Kindness spoke louder than urgency ever could.

I watched my old habits appear—

the urge to react,

the urge to correct,

the urge to be understood.

And I let them pass.

I am learning that not every question needs an answer.

Not every moment needs a response.

Some moments ask only for presence.

I see now that people speak from the lives they have lived.

Some from comfort.

Some from hardship.

Neither makes one superior.

They are simply different lessons.

I no longer carry resentment for what others cannot see.

I carry awareness.

The sun reminds me to stay open.

The moon reminds me to stay quiet.

Together, they teach me balance.

I honor the version of me that once reacted.

He helped me survive.

But today, I choose to respond with clarity.

I am not behind.

I am not lacking.

I am becoming more gentle with myself.

Each moment is a classroom.

Each breath is instruction.

And I am learning how to live—

right here, right now.

Yoruba Yogi