There's no solution for vulnerability. It's Monday night and I feel like watching When Harry Met Sally for the gazilionth time. Granted, my period is mere days away and nothing makes sense. No meditation practice in the world can fix the nature of being a woman: sensitivity, confusion, cravings, neediness, fatigue, someone to talk to, blah, blah, blah...
Even being in a relationship doesn't solve it. It's a game each woman must play solo.
The Practice
Saturday - 20 minute meditation
Sunday - None
Monday Morning - 30 minute meditation
Monday Evening - 30 minute meditation
Reflection
Sitting seems to be the only thing that helps when the body doesn't know where it's going. My body started out the day strong. It took me to Runyon Canyon for a nice one-hour hike up the steep hill. Then, it brought me back home for a relaxing session of yoga. But as soon as I sat down to write, my body was in torture. It wanted to go everywhere, yet nowhere at the same time. I finally forced it to settle with another half an hour meditation.
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