The past few mornings I have been waking up with a cluttered head, a panic in my breath as if i am on a rocking boat in the middle of a storm of sorts.. the storm is inside me.. its cloudy most days but the sun peeks through occasionally. even sitting down to listen to my breath has been a very challenging task. Today I feel rested calm, maybe the long walk and conversations cleared a block in me.. but this morning my thoughts felt like a song-

I choose not to know all the answers and glide,
Even though on some days it feels like I am falling.

I choose to focus only on the next step and edge a small distance ahead,
Even though on some days I get impatient and angry with myself.

I choose to love myself and honour my creativity,
 Even though on some days I am blinded to my own talents and brilliance.

I choose to hold my own hand, when I see none other,
Even though on some days the one person I want to escape is me.

I choose to breathe and hear the sounds of the waking birds each morning,
Even though on some days my head is a war - full of noise and muddle.

I choose to find the light within me, and look ahead,
Even though on somedays I want to give up and wallow in being a victim.

I choose to celebrate every spirit I encounter each day,
 Even though on some days I feel I am understood by no one, not even myself.

I choose to claim my power,
Each day, in reminding my self  that 'I choose'.