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Now, onto this week.
Happy Saturday, friends. I don’t know about you, but this past week felt especially heavy. The kind of heaviness that sits quietly on your shoulders and makes even the smallest tasks feel bigger than they are. In the middle of all of that, I decided to step away for a moment and join a yoga class led by my friend Kelley.
It wasn’t just a flow class—it was equal parts movement, meditation, and journaling. The room carried a quiet energy, filled with people who, like me, had been navigating their own struggles: grief, worry, exhaustion, uncertainty. And yet, within that space, there was also something unexpected—joy. A lightness that peeked through, even in the midst of sadness.
As we moved and breathed together, we shared about how hard it can be to find balance when the world feels off-kilter. How elusive joy can feel when everything around us feels fragile. It reminded me of one of my favorite podcasts, the one I often turn to when I need perspective—a voice to gently remind me that even in dark moments, it’s possible to rediscover meaning, gratitude, and hope.
Leaving class, I carried with me more than just the calm that comes from stretching and stillness. I carried a renewed sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the setting—a beautiful Vermont studio overlooking the river, with cows grazing in the field just beyond. Gratitude for the reminder that even in difficult seasons, there are pockets of peace waiting for us if we choose to notice them.
These little moments matter. They become fuel. Fuel to keep going, to show up for the people we love, and to stay engaged in a world that can sometimes feel overwhelming. They remind us that if we want to spread kindness, compassion, and love outward, we first need to nurture those things within ourselves.
That’s easier said than done, of course. But maybe that’s the point—it’s a practice. Whether it’s yoga, a walk outside, journaling, or even just sitting quietly with a cup of tea, the practice of slowing down and reconnecting to joy, however fleeting, is what sustains us.
So as we head into this weekend, my wish for you is this: may you stumble upon those small moments of light. May you pause long enough to notice them. And may they remind you, as they did for me this week, that joy doesn’t cancel out the heaviness—it coexists with it. And that coexistence is where resilience is born.
Wishing you a gentle, grounding, and restorative weekend.
