These past few months have been an everlasting search for some type of inner peace. I started taking yoga classes shortly after my father died. It sounds silly but it's become this sweetly quiet opening of my mind and I'm greatful that I've started to find a sense of relaxation and a way of understanding my life. This is the first time I feel completely independent and alone. I think it's perhaps the only way I could possibly deal with the loss I feel every day. Loss for my dad and loss for a childhood that is drifting further and further away. We all grow up and get older and the one thing I keep focusing on is finding a sense of calm in this complicated, stressful life. I want to free my thoughts of confusion, heartache, and a longing for a fantasy life that may never come to fruition. I want to focus on being ok with myself, with my body, and with my mind. I can't really ask for any more than that.