Today is the 4th anniversary of being able to shut my eyes for more than 2 minutes without losing my mind.
Of course, I keep track of this personal holiday.
Said differently, today marks the fourth year since I have maintained a daily meditation practice. There have been very few days where I don’t meditate at least once. On most days, I can sit my happy little booty down twice. I’ll even do a full hour when the need arises.
The habit is now a ritual.
It’s almost automatic. I was finally able to delete the reminders to meditate from my habits app. That was an epic moment.
I still meditate first thing in the morning. It’s a crazy chatty mess every single morning.
But it’s a necessary process that helps me relax before I start the day.
Then I would meditate at 6pm. That worked for a while until it felt weird. I couldn’t explain it. My body told me that I needed to sit down and relax at 3pm.
Yes, my body and I speak to each other.
After giving it some thought, I realized why I needed my late meditation session earlier. I started to wake up at 5am a couple of years back which changed the timing of my body’s internal clock.
So now, without fail, I have to meditate by 3pm, or someone’s head will fly off. Luckily I work alone, so no heads have flown yet.
Meditation hasn’t made me a million dollars. But it has made me more tolerable and helped give me peace of mind.
I’ll breathe to that.
