For the past half an hour I've been doing everything except writing this post. I organized my table, my clothes, my room, even drawers I haven't touched in months. I had a plan this morning. I was going to go hiking, then I decided to workout at home, but didn't feel like doing that either. I also had a plan to write this post. I'm writing it, but this is not what I expected. Nothing real ever is, I suppose. I didn't question my unplanned movements this morning. They happened without asking me like the content of this post.
The Practice
Daily Meditation:
Morning - 20 minutes
Evening - 20 minutes
Reflection
I find myself cleaning and organizing more. Everything has to be just so. And I enjoy it. I enjoy having a place for everything and knowing exactly where it is.
Byron Katie says "Don't pretend yourself beyond your own evolution." Organizing at this time is part of my evolution; otherwise, it wouldn't be happening. My mind always tells me that I should go faster, finish projects, stories, etcetera faster. I'm realizing that I'm going at the exact pace I need to because that's the pace I go. Ironically, when I try to go faster, I end up going slower. I make a lot of movements, but they mostly happen in place. True movement is much slower, but it's continuously progressing. There's a deeper shift with slower movement, a true kind of change.
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