It's not the being that is hard, it is the becoming. It's being on the verge.

What am I on the verge of? Everything. Nothing. All of it at once.

No, these are not fortunes from a cookie, or daily meditations sent from my emailed horoscope. These are truths emerging after a re-dedication to a mediation and yoga practice that sputtered along directionless for years. Yes, I see the immediate analogy, thanks for asking.

Yoga introduced transformation and change in my life in ways I never could have expected, but not because of the instructor, the style or the studio. Instead, the transformation, the change, the existence on the verge, came about from a dedication to myself, a promise that through this discipline my mind would be quieter, my body stronger and my will more precise.

So what makes me a woman on the verge? What is it that I am becoming? Me. Nothing more, nothing less. Simply Jess.