Pink OM

Why pink OM, you ask? Because it’s my birthday, and both pink and OM make me happy. So I ordered a birthday cake with both, much to 6 year old’s delight.

I woke up a bit of a cranky, despite the fact that I am one of those people who firmly believes that any birthday is a cause for celebrating self. This morning, birthday #41 was feeling a bit heavy; much heavier than #40. Despite the fact that I feel healthier and happier than ever. Despite the pink OM. Even 6 year old said to me as she got out of the car at school drop off: Mom, please don’t have a cranky birthday.
After years of practicing yoga and working on that non-attachment thing, it appears that I am more attached than ever. I want 6 year old to be in first grade forever. I want to be healthy and happy forever. But that’s one birthday pressie I won’t get, right? Life is like a good vinyasa flow: super smooth in spots, challenging/very challenging in others, always ending in savasana. So we have to honor every damn minute, even the cranky ones. And keep trying to flow through them all with as much grace as we can muster.
Love and gratitude to all of you for sharing my journey. Yeehaw, Namaste, and Pink OMs.