I know. Some of you are thinking, “Ah Chalida, couldn’t you have been a little less cliché?” But no. Only to tell you that I really get it now. I only understood the phrase in an esoteric way, as in time as a state of rebirth if one can imagine.

Let me tell you. I was in yoga class the other day and just had a funny thought. Since my diagnosis, I’ve been so antsy, more than my energetic antsy self, because I’ve been fretting about the time I needed to reach to survive the next milestone – one year. I’ve been so used to achieving milestones that I suddenly realized in the middle of Wind Removing Pose, “What if I become happy about the time I’ve been alive so far, instead of worrying about the time I have yet to reach?”

My friends, I can’t tell you what a revelation that was to me. So much so that tears were streaming down my face. No bother. It’s hot yoga anyway, so doesn’t matter. My face is wet with either tears or sweat.