This morning, as I wake up and begin moving around, my muscles feel like there has been a battle or conflict raging within them during the night. I often feel stiffness, small pains and tightness in the mornings when I wake up reflecting an inner conflict. During my early years, I grew while believing I was flawed and unworthy, though I never knew compared to what. Since that time I have endeavored to give up those thought and move on with my life. Those feelings reappear at times and remind me of the past. "As we stop the war, each of us will find something from which we have been running -- our loneliness, our unworthiness, our boredom, our shame, our unfulfilled desires." (Jack Kornfield)
