Looking back...

As I look back through the posts of my adventures through the last three years, I wonder to myself how I got so far off track, yet always slid back into who my true self is. How did I survive me... How did I make it today in one piece.... Why was it today and not yesterday that I woke up and said 'AHA' this is why I traveled so uncomfortably, fumbling, tumbling and finally surrendering. I don't know why my soul chose today to wake up and point out what it had been trying to subtly tell me all along. That I deserved this moment. This piece of peace. That I had to struggle through every second of the fight, just so I could know what not fighting felt like. And today I am here. In this moment. Experiencing me. God, it feels good to be home.