I’m currently in a week long meditation streak. I’ve meditated seven of the last nine days. Even in that short a period of time, I can already notice that it’s having an impact on my overall well-being.
I feel more clear-headed.
I feel more patient.
I feel more content.
And the more I do it, the more important it becomes to keep it up.
But almost every time I sit or lay down to do it, I’m reminded that it always comes with its challenges, often different ones every time.
Tonight, I decided to go with a guided meditation. I have a few teachers I like on Insight Timer, but sometimes I’ll roll the dice and just pick one at random. The description sounded great, everything checked out…on paper. Put it this way: the guy could’ve been moonlighting from his job at WKRP. So, there was that to contend with. Then, my old cat decided to join me on the bed. I was trying to emit really warm and calm vibes in hope she’d pick up on them. Maybe she did because she curled up beside me. Then proceeded to lick my hand. Then curled up and used my hand as a pillow.
This is what it looked like by the time the meditation ended.
I didn’t feel too distracted and, at the same time, I welcomed the challenge of working through a little outside disruption. It was good to measure how much more quickly I already am at getting back on track.
I know there are going to be ups and downs on this road, but I’m just glad to be on it.
