Counting this as a winā¦
Getting up early in the morning is usually a struggle for me, and itās been that way my whole life. Itās easy to think āOh I just need more discipline,ā or ā my vision or life purpose isnāt inspiring enough to get me out of bed,ā or any one of a thousand stories. Today when my alarm rang (in a different room), I got up to turn it off with the usual nonsense going on in my head. āThis sucks. I feel like shit. My body hurts. Too cold. Too hot. Not rested enough. Why does my head hurt? blah blah blahā¦ā And then I had this moment of realization that Iām just making things 10 times worse by having these thoughts. I decided to just sit there, and feel the shit. Just feel my body. And just experience all the discomfort. And then all the sensations just became āmatter of fact,ā rather than a āmatter of interpretation or thoughtā Itās almost like āthe sky is blueā or ā the table is red.ā āMy arm is sore.ā Anything beyond the sensation of sore were just overlays of thinking that were just adding suffering to a matter of fact. The thinking was just unnecessary. I could just experience the pain of being sore in my arm without adding suffering to it. Basically, the sensations became distinct from the complaining. I decided to just sit there for two hours, if necessary, just to purposely experience the soreness or discomforts of my body but without adding thought to it. Just experience the sensations of my body, through my body and what it feels, but without adding the activity of interpretation (and therefore ) complaining about it. I intend to make a practice out of this, wake up and allow myself feel icky for 2 hours, and be in my body. No other expectations.