Sleep has been evading me recently. Despite the fact that I wake up every morning at 5:30 and am doing either strength or cardio workouts every day I seem to be sleeping rather lightly and having countless odd dreams. Then I wake up feeling like a rock, drink a matcha latte, and promise myself I'll … Continue reading Deep sleep, where art thou?
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Just wanted to pop on here to offer a little encouragement across the world. According to my stats I have readers from every inch of the globe (surprises me, too!) and I know we are all hurting in much the same ways. I'm here to remind you all that we. can. do. this.
Not long ago a friend commented that my life was "romantic." If by romantic he means crying over the selling of my bed frame and mattresses then, yes, my life is super romantic because for some reason I cannot get through any move without a slight breakdown.
When people learn that I meditate with an app that I actually have to PAY for they ask incredulously, "Is it really worth it to pay that much for an app that teaches you how to sit down and breathe???" Lemme tell ya all about it.
The day that you finally muster up the courage to meditate is the day that a long list of your shortcomings as a human becomes stapled to your forehead. You sit there awkwardly on the cold hardwood in your stretchy pants (because you assume that a hard, uncomfortable surface and unrestrictive pants are gonna get you that much closer to becoming a real mediator) gathering your courage as you resolve to sit - in silence, and without moving - for the next 5 minutes. No text messages. No IG cares to give. No nagging work assignments. Just you and your thoughts.
Moats protect castles. They are deep, full of water, teeming with crocodiles, and maybe the skulls of our enemies. Ok, maybe skip that last part about the skulls. The gist is that moats protect the people in the castle from whatever they need protection from... except from maybe flying things like dragons...
Call it what you will. Call it the Devil, call it fate, call it a test from God. Call it whatever you like, but something is out there trying to derail my good intentions.
You know that beautiful moment? That one between awake and asleep when you are perfectly poised for meditation - yet still snuggled down in all that bedding plush - and you think "God, you are still. Make me still."
"That guy has been over at that pottin' bench so long that I'm not sure if he's pottin' or poopin'!"