A friend once traveling through India described the atmosphere as the ultimate juxtaposition. A mix of two different worlds that co-exist in a beautifully chaotic landscape. Although I've never experienced it for myself, the description is embedded in my memory. I can relate with existing in a state of juxtaposition. I find myself stuck in this place of wanting to be and just being. Wanting to be more motivated, more present-more of the things that bring comfort. But that's not necessarily the recipe to existing in a beautifully chaotic landscape. It's a work in progress, but I'm finding what brings the most comfort is vulnerability. What are your "juxtapositions" in life? Some days are just sassy heels and blue jeans for this overworked mama. That's a Sunday win.