Tonight I am grateful to have a kid on my boob that I adore even though he’s exploring the full spectrum of his own character and hitting me in the face a lot. I’m grateful my tiny titties are still makin the milk and I can provide this form of secure connection at specific times of day.

I’m grateful how much I’ve learned about security through having pets and children in my life. I’m grateful my actual inner security has skyrocketed (with still oh so much room to continue deepening) in these past years of becoming a mother and figuring out what it means to be my own person… much much more so than when I had no dependents and was a flailing individual reaching and grasping and stuck in so many insecure patterns.

I’m grateful to have spent time with a lover last night … even though we roughly began and ended the evening with challenge, with conflict. I’m grateful to see opportunity for my personal practices of relationship with my own nervous system everywhere. I’m grateful I must accept what was and what is while setting intentions for what will be.

I’m grateful to take moments in the middle of challenge to come back to my own centre of gravity. I’m grateful to feel no shame in plugging my ears to help me do so… to come more sincerely in contact with my own bubble of reality… the only thing I’m responsible for … ever. I’m grateful to calmly share what I’m doing in a request for patience.

I’m grateful the other person kept talking and I was able to reiterate that I was not available for listening, that I could hear their voice but I would not be listening…