Early morning. Can't sleep. Like my dad. Maybe it's not because I can't sleep. I've simply had enough. I'm not tired. I've had more energy lately. Today is the fifth day of work. I rarely have five-day work weeks. When I do, I usually meet myself on the other end exhausted. Instead, I have more energy. I've been on a once a week cycle with the blog. I suppose that's how it should be. It is.
My inbox is empty. All of them. My loose ends are at their designated places. I'm talking about the incomplete projects I've been organizing. There's more to do. I actually know what it is I have to do. Not so much a mist anymore, not so much the mystery. Does the world behind my blinds exist? Let's check. I open the blinds and there it is. I'm not sure where though.
A cup of coffee sounds good right now. I don't need it to keep me up. I'm up. The taste of it is calling me forth. My alarm will go off in five minutes. That's my cue to get coffee. Maybe tea. I'm hungry too. I have energy and I'm hungry. It's a new kind of morning. Cheese and toast sounds good. That's what us Russians eat for breakfast. And red caviar. Yes. In the morning.
The Practice
Daily Meditation - 20 minutes
Skipped - 3 days
Reflection
There's more room to skip formal meditation. I don't know where it came from or when. But room had been made. Is talking to my mom about investment not meditating? It certainly felt like it. I've been sitting quietly, not formally. Here comes the wake up call.
Wishing all of you an informal Friday!
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