A Shift in Balance

Standing balanced on the coarse woven rug, my weight settled evenly beneath me. Both thumbs were resting inside my denim pockets. With a deliberate breath, I loosened my right hand, feeling each joint flex smoothly away from the fabric. I gently pressed one sneaker downward, testing the firmness of the fibers below. The structure beneath me held steady. I can stand and move under my own resolve.