Oh my goodness. It is Thursday at noon and I haven’t written this post yet. I know perfectly well that you are not waiting with bated breath–but still. Writing on Thursdays is a commitment I made and not honoring it feels, well, wrong. So here I am.
I’m going to talk about meditation, but first an update from the trenches. I sit here surrounded by boxes, packing materials and stuff, upon stuff, upon stuff. It is unbelievable how much a family can accumulate in fifteen years. And the scariest part is that I have a 14 foot Pod sitting in my driveway that has yet to be tackled.
Just writing that makes my pulse quicken. But it’s ok, I think I have everything under control. We are sending furniture to the kids in Dallas and Philadelphia. I have sold a few things and have lots of donations lined up.
Want to know the craziest part? I am playing in a mixed doubles tournament this weekend. What the? I know—right? But we are the defending champions and it really matters to my husband (it matters to me too, just not as much as it would if we weren’t moving).
So–I am going to switch gears, forget about the house for the weekend and be really present for the tournament and do my part to maintain our title.
How am I going to do that, you ask? Well with a little help from my meditation practice. Last week I mentioned that I suck at meditation, but that I do it anyway. That is 100% true.
If you have read anything about meditation (and how can you miss it, it seems to be everywhere these days), you see all of the amazing benefits you can get from the practice. Meditation helps with stress, anxiety, depression, sleep, memory, weight loss, emotion and attention control, PTSD–the list goes on.
Who wouldn’t want these benefits? Well, I certainly would. But, as with most of us, finding the time was a struggle. And once I did find the time and sat down to meditate, I wasn’t able to “do it right.” My mind was everywhere. I would bring my attention to my breath, concentrate on the in/out for a few counts and then before I knew it I was thinking of the laundry or the repair guy I had forgotten to call. Blah!! What a hassle–I suck at this meditation thing.
But two months ago I decided to try again. This time I left all the “rules” by the side of the road.
I was going to sit and be still with myself for a few minutes every morning. That was it. Sounds nice, doesn’t it?
I didn’t set a timer. I didn’t tell myself that I had to stay focused. I just decided that when I woke up in the morning I was going to slide down on the floor next to my bed, sit cross legged, close my eyes and breathe.
And that is exactly what I have done. Most mornings my mind is everywhere. And I let it go where it needs to. There is no judgement. There is no right or wrong. It is simply me sitting quietly on the floor with my eyes closed.
It has become a time solely for me. I am still. No one interrupts me (not even the dog). And whether I am able to concentrate on my breath or my mind is on other things, I am training myself to be quiet and peaceful.
Those 8-15 minutes have become something that I crave. On the few mornings that I have missed it I feel off kilter. Those centering minutes that I start each day with have had a profound effect.
In the past few weeks there have been movers, contractors, designers, repairmen, a gas leak–complete with fire trucks and con edison on the scene, a broken dishwasher and a pulled back muscle.
That doesn’t include my regular roles of being a wife and mom while running my business.
But the meditation has helped me keep it under control. I’ve had my moments, for sure–but mostly I am keeping my head above water. I feel that I am handling things as well as can be expected. The meditation keeps me in the present moment. It allows me to focus on one thing at a time and reminds me that it will all be ok.
So this weekend I will put on my tennis whites, show up and truly be present. I will focus on my hubby and the ball and winning points. Because that is all that matters while I am on the court. The house and the packing and the mess isn’t going anywhere. It will all be waiting when I return–hopefully with trophy in hand.
Over to you. Do you meditate? Do you wish you did? What do you think it would take to start including it in your life? These are the types of things that I help women with when they sign up for coaching. Please hit “contact” in the upper right hand corner if you would like some assistance in getting this or some other healthy habit into your daily routine.
And wish us luck this weekend!
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