Throwing my smartphone into a nest of stinging insects, after I’ve caught myself pinning fonts off Creative Market, before 8 am. (Because who doesn’t need to hoard fonts at the start of each day?) Making jokes when I feel like being a jerk. Being soft when I want to be hard. Doing yoga, early in the morning, even when I feel made of thick mud. Doing yoga, in the morning, even when my son lays on top of me in savasana. Doing yoga, in the morning, even when my children NEEEEED me to make them breakfast “RIGHT NOW MOMMY!” because breakfast can come in 20 minutes, from a mom less likely to be a jerkweed. Wearing pink running shorts, a green and yellow track jacket, and a baby blue wool snow hat. (Yes, this is what I am really wearing.) Cleaning my kitchen. Folding the laundry. Putting things back in their places. Washing the children. Not holding my breath. Eating one of the waffles I just made for the children. Feeling grounded in my own excellence. Keeping it guarded. Remembering it is all I have. That’s what doing the awesome looks like today.