Everytime I leave my mat these days, I promise myself I'll find my sef-discipline and dedication again. I think I'm close now.. I think the late nights and wine have gotten to me and I can finally see that the way of the heart is, in truth, where it always has been. I'm not saying I'm never gonna drink again, or party, or stay up late... but that I'm feeling more in a position to re-dedicate myself to what is normal and best for me.

I got up late this morning. I took a quick shower and made it to practice right on time. It took me two hugs to realize my teacher had finally done away with The Shasta Beard. I figured my practice was going to be heavy and hard but, actually, it wasn't. The first day is always better than the next but today was just plain nice. I purposefully didn't push it, I didn't jump through the entire practice, I didn't go the extra mile, I just showed up and did first series. I was surprisingly stronger than I anticipated given my lack of integration with my body lately.

After practice, my teacher gave me a birthday gift he's been carrying around for two weeks. I felt blessed and I felt loved...

Today in San Diego it is beautiful. Perfect summer weather. A total beach day. We took the kids shopping for some school clothes. They've both apparently grown an inch over the course of the last month and we were tired of seeing them in highwaters.

It's a good day. A good life. This moment is perfect.