It is 5 am. I am in bed, staring at my phone screen as I type this post.
I am wide awake. My husband sleeps next to me and I write a blog post.
I am amazed at how light I feel. I am content. I am awake in the middle of the night, still drifting on the edges of a pain flare and I am ok.
This is what mindfulness is, to me. It is self-acceptance. It is living in the moment. It is self-care to the max.
I could let my thoughts drift everywhere. To the past, to the magic moment in the future where I will be able to sleep. But I am here, in the moment, where the night is silent other than the soft snores of my husband and the tapping of my fingers on the phone screen.
I am here. Now. Intensely grateful to be alive.