About a month into the stay-at-home order last year, I started using the first hour of my day to do a meditation exercise via the Headspace app and read. That was my time to be quiet, without the distractions of the other people in my house or email or social media (the only one I couldn't ignore was the fluffy orange cat who thought meditation time was the perfect opportunity to perfect his stealth pouncing technique). Somewhere along the way, though, I lost focus on the significance of that hour and allowed other distractions to seep in. Deadlines, projects I'd neglected because of said deadlines, catching up on news and social media and planning and oh my! Between the news and emotion overload that was 2020 and what I was pushing myself to accomplish, I got to the end of the year even more exhausted than usual. The holidays were quiet but not relaxing. And so far, 2021 hasn't proven to be very chill either. And then a couple of days ago, this notification popped up, courtesy of my neglected friend Headspace ... Who am I to ignore such wisdom?!
I've re-instated my hour quiet time while the world is still dark outside and the house is (mostly) still snoring. And yesterday, I did something I haven't done in ages -- I sat on the couch and crocheted, no noise, no guilt. And guess what ... go ahead, guess ... :-) For the first time in quite some time, I felt more grounded. AND found the enthusiasm to get back to writing.
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