
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Meditating the Anxiety Away

Wednesday, June 18, 2008
OM.

Keep breathing. I had trouble sleeping a few nights ago and starting meditating. I lived in
Even the cobra didn’t deter me from meditation—although I moved beds.
I’d try it in bits and spurts until finally abandoning it, putting it on the shelf with “things I’ve tried”.
Lately, I’ve taken it off the shelf and given it more attention. It’s so much harder than I remembered, but that’s also because I have a cat who likes to rub all over me when I sit on the ground (or anywhere for that matter).
As I meditated late the other night, I finally felt really peaceful and ready to try sleep again.
No sooner did I lay down when the thoughts came rushing back in my head and as I told myself “breathe”, I realized I wasn’t breathing at all. I was just laying there holding my breath.
That’s bad.
And down I went to the meditation floor. I’m not sure how long I stayed there—long enough for the cat to get bored rubbing against me without getting rubbed back—but when I opened my eyes I just started praying out loud. To whom, I’m not sure because I’m not a religious person, but I wanted to put it out in the universe. I didn’t pray for anything, but simply made a list thanking the universe for all I already have.
Exercise and staying healthy is just such a huge part of my life, it’s been rough living my months in increments of two weeks and changing my routine. But, maybe change is good.