Cultivating Perspective

I thought today's post would be on cultivating patience. Patience with those that frustrate me, patience with those that don't understand what I need and patience with myself.

I spent most of today in a funk. I got a frustrating call in the early morning at work, my day didn't change much from there and ended with another frustrating call. I was feeling very "poor me". Poor me that I have to toil away at may day job which doesn't necessarily mesh with my passion (Yoga). Poor me that everyone else thinks what they need from me is so urgent when the things I think are urgent are homelessness, poverty, hunger, cruelty, violence. Poor me that everyone else thinks I can help them in the office when I think I can help them by spreading love through Yoga. Poor me that I can't yet do what I love full-time.

And then, in the middle of my Yoga practice, came the perspective. Poor me? Me, who gets to do what I love? Me, who gets paid really well by a company that is incredibly tolerant of my following my dreams? Me, who needs that job to pay for the mortgage on my pretty big house? Me, who has enough money for food, shelter and lots of unneccessary things? Me, who lives in a country where she experiences all sorts of freedoms unknown elsewhere?

Ah, perspective. I am grateful for what I have. I may sometimes want to be somewhere else in my life, but that's not really relevant. I am where I am. I am on a journey and I want to enjoy all the stops on the way.