I’ve been MEDITATING guys.
I started this week. And it’s been FANTASTIC.
For ten minutes a day, I lie down on the ground in the quiet,
Take a few deep breaths,
and then gently sweat over the enormous mountains of shit I have to do that day.
It’s great. Ten whole minutes to just lie there and mull over my anxieties, make mental to-do lists, decide everyone hates me, follow my mind into a rabbit holes like ‘what if I faked my own death, could I get away with it in this age of social media possibly not weeeeeeeeee!
The best part is when the kindly man says to me passively “let your mind run free” and my goodness, does it ever. It runs like a cheetah on a cocktail of speed and opiods. Like a baby monkey going backwards on a pig:
BUT, the other thing that happened this week, was I made a chocolate cake.
And this is a picture of my mind when that happened:
Baking has long been my happy place. I feel so good when I do it. I focus carefully on the ingredients. I take in the smells. I measure carefully and I engage wholly in the process, and at the end there is a gorgeous thing that I can put my whole face into if I want. What JOY.
I’m no expert. Clearly I’m no yogi. But when I postulated that perhaps, PERHAPS baking could be my meditation in the office this week, it was like a collective fart of relief from everyone.