This past week I regressed.
I let myself down.
I looked at my body without love.
I treated my mind without kindness.
I was with my people without really being present.
I know how to do and be better, but I couldn’t: something in my mind was off.
Well, that’s ok. Because there’s no progress without regress.
So yesterday, while watching the sunset alone on mount Etna, I hit the reset button: it doesn’t happen right away, it’s not enough to decide, but now I feel I can work on it.
I took 7 steps back, now trying to make 1 forward. Evolution is in that one step forward.