I haven’t exercised for a week and my do-do list is only half ticked.
I’m going to do what they do nowadays, take 12-13 minutes of meditation. By the way, I hate it. So I shall do an experiment. I want to see if meditation will give me creative, practical ideas to sort out my week… because it has already started with a limp.
half an hour later….
Oh, girl. The ten minutes before the meditation, after I made the strong resolution to sit down and do it, were the best.
I must point out, I needed my killer high heels to get myself to do it….
I felt sweetly excited and blissed like by the touch of an Alien. My body became bubble-light, elastic such as chewing gum, and fizzy like lemonade. I didn’t have enough space in my body to host the Oxygen traffic.
Dance, fight, knit or work, I can’t make up my mind what I want to do- I’ll do anything that pops in first. I have carried on my research for my project online.
Energy is overflowing and a nerve is asking me to Concentrate on a task.
I only meditated for nine minutes. I might be too excited. That makes a change from the gloom and anger I felt yesterday- Monday.
I can fix this week now- I’ve got the feeling I will even go beyond that- and embrace all that my spirit desires to get me doing!
But two hours later….
Had the most upsetting nightmare I’ve ever had: Cannibals got hold of London and enslaved us. It went on for about two hours. I questioned during the nightmare wether it was real, and was so deep into it only the phone ringing saved me.
I don’t mind, I want to meditate again tomorrow! This time, with my high heels and make-up on!