One week postpartum and the first time on my yoga mat since Luna was born. It feels strange to no longer have her inside me, but stranger to remember that she was, just seven days ago. There were many things about pregnancy that I really enjoyed, but I don't miss it. I love being able to move my body easily again. I love not worrying if my steak is too pink, my eggs are too runny, or if it's a bad idea to eat poke and drink kombucha. I love zipping up my jeans and pouring a big glass of wine. I DON'T love how vulnerable she is. How little she looks in her bassinet. How often I check on her while she sleeps to make sure she's still breathing. For a few days I was telling myself that I'll worry less once she is past the newborn stage, when she gets stronger and more self-sufficient. But that's not true - there will always be danger, and I'll always worry about her. That's the nature of love and life, and as someone with anxiety, I have to figure out ways to deal with it. And that's why I keep coming back to my mat. To find presence, alignment, and peace. Those are my tools for whatever the road ahead brings.