I woke up feeling great.
I woke up knowing that it was my day off.
And I didn't need to be forced to do anything. But it is time for me to get up. Im ready.
I placed my sleeping equipment where they belong. The floor’s clear. I put on my long sleeve and my new favorite hoodie. I separated the window curtains. It's beautiful out. I grabbed my chair, placed it facing the window. Time for me to meditate.
I feel so good. The migraine I've had is gone. I hear the howling of the wind.
With my eyes shut, the light that came from the sun turned gray. Grey most likely from the clouds that fly overhead.
My dream — the awkward handshake that the man tried giving me that I corrected and firmly gripped like a man; the familiarity of that bad habit that I had back in the day where I was chewing tobacco. I had moments of what I remembered from my dream. I had thoughts about what will it be that I share. It's a mystery to me. It almost feels like an expectation. Let go of that. It's not. It's 10 minutes of mystery, 10 minutes of breath.
I'm realizing the more I practice these exercises, the more my mind quiets, and all I know is breathing.
My time ends.
I pick up my pen and begin to write my notes. The notes are funny. The notes are written in chicken scratch. Only I could understand. Keep it simple. Time to meditate once more.
I did have an intention that I wrote down the day before, something that resonated.
“I will not struggle.” It then turned to “I'm not struggling,” and it just didn't feel right to keep on saying that.
Mind started to think less. It's peaceful.
I am at peace. I am at peace with work. I am at peace with my finances. I am at peace with myself. I have peace over myself. I'm the only one who has control over my peace. I'm happy I found community. I have love. I am love.
I know time is about to end. I have 5, 4… and on 3, my breath deepens — it's sensational. Two… and before I could say one, my alarm goes off. I bet if I didn't breathe as deep as I did, I would've been, quote, on time.💚