A white day

Do you know the days when you feel one with yourself, as if your spine is an old and strong tree and you stay into yourself, accepting whatever wave might come, without moving more than one millimeter to the sides?

Yeap, today is such a day for me.

I call it white days and they come and go with the seasons. I am not sure why those days are not permanent, a sort of eternal vacations sensation. I ask myself if men also have days like this or, most probably, they ARE all the times like this and occasionally, they have days like "that" when the Mrs Control takes care of everything.

Today nothing is really important, except the fact that I am intensely present and healthy and accepting myself as I am, with all my pimps and the extra belly that insists on growing because of my DNA: my brothers have bellies, my father has a (huge) belly and my mother always had a belly, so I can't escape. I will have (and accept) my belly.

It's not important. Just makes me laugh.

The fact is that, in white days, I accept and love myself.... UNCONDITIONALLY.

I am going to repeat:

LOVE YOURSELF UNCONDITIONALLY.

Got it?

Well, something to seek. Every day we get annoyed by things that happen with us or when we see people we love are not doing well. I am being a bit selfish and loving myself first. Accept my-self as I am and hug my own mini-ME. Only after that one can truly love and accept the others, as they are. Not being judgmental (Uppss I do it sometimes) and try to change the world around you (I also do it a lot).

It is a waste of time.

If you love yourself, everything falls into place.

Needless to say that my yoga lesson was just perfect. Even the postures where I usually struggle to keep balance went smooth as I was an Yogi since I started to live on this earth.

Have a good night of sleep, with the best person on the face of earth: yourself.