It was nearly 9 o’clock before I realized I had not spent one mindful moment since I pulled myself out of bed at 4. From the second my feet touched the cold, wood floor, I’d been “on.”
On autopilot, I suppose: brush teeth, pull on sweatshirt (and socks for cold feet), turn on computer, make coffee, feed Lola, work.
Work. Work. Work. Work. Work…8:30?
That’s pretty much how the morning went.
My mind was so full of other things, I neglected the morning meditation that has been part of the routine since July.
I skipped right over the pause at my vision board to collect my thoughts, to remind myself of my intentions, and to breath life into the day.
I forgot the candle lighting, the prayer, the stillness, the incense, the affirmations.
And I forgot that all of that makes all of the other stuff more balanced…and less likely to stick itself in the knot that tangles in my shoulders.
A friend commented yesterday that we need to at least LOOK at the roses as we pass by them.
But smelling…so much better…is breathing, and back to where I should have been at 4.
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