ramblings.

The first few months of riding the bus to and from work in the heart of San Francisco I was really bad at it, especially if I had to stand...which was almost always.

All of my muscles would tense. I would attempt an awkward stance of legs spread just a little too wide in order to ensure better balance. I could never seem to figure out the flow of the stop, start, stop, start. And I would flush with embarrassment each time the bus lurched one direction and my body another.

But today I realized, just as we were coming up to my stop, I was perfectly, naturally, effortlessly in sync with the bus. I wasn't tense. My mind was wandering. No headphones, email, Kindle to interrupt my quiet, mental meditation, standing ride. I didn't have to think about balance. I was balance.

I'm not sure when this transition from uber awkward/self conscious to freely flowing with the motion of the Muni happened, and I'm not sure why I felt it was necessary to share it with you all here (maybe because it's all my post holiday brain can manage?), but I was...am...so pleased to have noticed it this morning.

Cheers to the flow.

In Gratitude,

Trish