I woke up each day thinking if I would lose another citizenship. I kept waking up with tremors. Then, one day I woke up and heard that my father was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease. A month later, I was diagnosed with the early onset of Parkinson's.

I thought it was the stress, too much coffee, or simply grief. It was not. I learned so much about myself during this process. There were days that I felt like I had to drop everything in my life, but I slowly made my peace with it. I learned to welcome bad days as I welcome good days.

I'm practicing to be more flexible. My tremors taught me the value of stillness. They also taught me the value of feeling them. I acknowledge that between the stillness and tremors, life happens.