I skipped yesterday. I let life get the better of me. I allowed myself to become distracted. But that's okay. I just finished my meditation quiet time today. Five minutes in a dark, quiet room. I stood up and closed my eyes. I breathed in and out and I moved slowly through a couple of simple yoga poses. I breathed in and out. The fact that it's only my second time is surprising because my mind wandered noticeably less than it did on day One.
That feels good.
I feel good.
Monday, March 2, 2015
I've started again. I went into a quiet, empty room and sat down and closed my eyes and breathed in and out. My mind wandered and I let it. I breathed in and out. I checked the clock after 3 minutes. And again after 4 minutes. That's okay. I'll get better. This is the smallest of all goals. Five minutes in a room where I do nothing but breathe in and out. I can do this. I want to do this. I will do this.