Happy Friday! The end of the week (another one?!)! I hope that you’re all able to have a wonderful and fulfilling weekend.

My husband and I have been attending twice-a-week yoga classes through a local community college, and it’s been great. This past Tuesday, we did our first guided meditation in the class: find yourself in your favorite natural setting. Of course, I was in the mountains, propped on a log sitting in front of a campfire at dusk. Then our instructor threw in a body of water nearby, so I walked toward a lake. Laying on the shores was a bottle with a message inside. I popped open the bottle, pulled out the message, and unfurled it.

It was a message to me, from me.

And it was four words, written in incredible, beautiful calligraphy (which I don’t do, by the way):

“Everything will be okay.”

I took a moment to soak that in, then opened my eyes in the darkened classroom and just let the words wash over me. Everything: finances, my Endo, the colon polyp biopsy, next year’s possible surgery. Everything. Everything will be okay.

It was weird: crying silently in a blackened room with six other people laying down nearby on their respective yoga mats, oblivious to what was going on in my head. I can’t even explain the relief that flooded over my being. I wiped my tears, took a few deep breaths, and closed my eyes.

And that mantra has been something I’ve now whispered to myself every day since.

May it work it’s way into your thoughts today, too.

Much love, Lisa.