hit the reset button

Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, Comparison.

And of course, there’s Reflection, quietly perched nearby, letting me see exactly where I’ve gotten tangled up in the shiny things again—the urge to do more, achieve more, collect more experiences that promise to light me up. Naturally, I try them on. This one, that one, maybe even the other. Often, nothing really fits, and yet I keep going back. Can’t help it. I’m drawn to novelty, to the things that promise a spark. Always chasing, always testing.

And yet, time and again, I discover the same truth: it’s my own inner guide that actually holds the light. All the extras—the “shoulds,” the shiny, the latest trend—don’t matter. What matters is stripping away the noise and showing up fully as myself. Always, the simplest practices pull me back: mindful movement, conscious breath, and a little meditation. Those are the reset buttons that actually work, the ones that reconnect me with the basic goodness of life.

There’s a quiet joy in these simple practices—the act of breathing, the ease of sitting quietly, the grace of moving my body just for the sake of moving. No grand gestures, no fanfare. Just presence.

Coming back to these basics, over and over, is what deepens my understanding of myself and my connection to source. It grounds me in my body, reminds me that goodness is always there, and that we really are all doing the best we can—even when life feels like a mess.

And thank goodness, really, that the practice never ends.