I think the key to living a good life lies in the little things.

For me, it’s sticking with small routines that make the biggest difference.

I’m so overwhelmingly busy right now and, as you know, this year was off to a rough start. Thankfully I have my website back and I’m doing damage control and all the while trying to figure out what brought me here and the universal lesson I’m supposed to be learning. I haven’t quite figured it out yet but it’s coming. I know that.

Energetically it’s complicated: partnership, money, abundance. There is so much fear attached to the idea that we don’t have enough. That we’re not cared for. That we’re unsafe. I find myself pondering these things and I’m trying to be a good leader and keep the yogi in me balanced while managing everything and steering us out of this mess but it’s not easy. A part of me wants to stand up in every meeting and yell “I’m not doing this to get rich, you a**holes!” because no matter what I do or what business we’re talking about we keep coming back to words like power and control and who has more and who controls what.

I just want to do what I love at the end of the day and leave this world a little brighter than I found it. Is that so fu*king hard?

But. No matter what, at 6 p.m. I close my computer and go walk my dogs (and baby goat) on the north shore.

Flip flops and cacti and gusts of wind that won’t quit. We walk and walk and walk and I leave my stress with my footsteps in the dust. Along with my yoga practice in the morning it’s the most important part of my day, this walk. It reminds me that whatever I’m worrying about isn’t all that significant and as long as I can feel the wind on my face and taste this salt on my lips I’m alive. And in the end… What else really matters?

I get back home and open my computer again since it’s that type of month but hopefully not that type of year.

I’m fighting for my peace of mind. I’m working hard for things to work. And I think it’s working.

Author: Rachel Brathen

Editor: Katarina Tavčar

Photo: Author’s own