Meditation is good for the soul, right?
Today’s the 2nd day back at work, and I want to start with a calm, peaceful state of mind… or at least something along those lines.
So I sit. Trying to meditate. Which for me involves a few minutes of focused breathing. In a past life, I could do this for about 10-15 minutes easily.
3 breaths. That’s what I could do. 3 freaking breaths before I’d just about jump out of my skin.
Apparently meditation isn’t going to happen for me this morning. I can barely sit still. I’m jumping out of my skin.
I’ll try again after I have coffee. Right now though, my nerves are all firing off and it feels like my skin is crawling.
I can do this, right? I can step back into life, get back into work, relearn how to be a single parent?
I just wish it didn’t hurt sofa king much.