Back to the Meds.
Tonight I
returned to my meditation class, after missing last week’s session due to
misjudging when I should leave the house to catch the bus: I'd put on hairspray for nothing.
Frustratingly, I
won’t be able to attend next week’s lesson either, which is the last one in term,
because I have tickets to see Letters Live. Still, at least this is a cultured
reason not to be there, which is far less embarrassing than missing the bus. As
far as excuses go, it’s a vast improvement.
I found it hard to focus on the practice tonight, partly because I was late and partly because I'd had a lot on my mind during the day that I couldn’t put to one side so easily. I kept finding myself drawn back to things I needed to sort out instead of my mantra or my breath. If anything, this background noise became my mantra, instead of the phrase I kept trying to get back to, but there were moments of silence amongst it all that helped. Now, it’s time for bed; staying up late to post a blog is counter-intuitive if I’m too tired to focus on writing material tomorrow; no-one wants to see a stand-up show on this subject...unless they do.
I found it hard to focus on the practice tonight, partly because I was late and partly because I'd had a lot on my mind during the day that I couldn’t put to one side so easily. I kept finding myself drawn back to things I needed to sort out instead of my mantra or my breath. If anything, this background noise became my mantra, instead of the phrase I kept trying to get back to, but there were moments of silence amongst it all that helped. Now, it’s time for bed; staying up late to post a blog is counter-intuitive if I’m too tired to focus on writing material tomorrow; no-one wants to see a stand-up show on this subject...unless they do.