What was I dreaming about? My dreams tend to be a priority before anything else. Afterward, my thoughts tend to scan all the days before and all ahead of this one. The reasoning varies.
Lay in bed before completely waking, attempt centering myself while doing so. Blast lyricless music. Recently, experimenting with smoothie recipes.
Trying to outthink myself, escape some intense emotion, or a combination of the two. The hyperactivity gives this friendly neighborhood coder lots of sleepless nights.
I would step in after the meditation session unless they were unaware of any meditation techniques. Remind them that meditation in extremely flexible. You can turn almost everything into a meditation, stress the importance of being persistent.
Early mornings and around sunsets. Near any large body of water, but I’m not picky. Anyplace that makes me feel centered
When my mind is feeling foggy all my senses are affected. Making me feel at times like my personality, feelings and experiences are diluted.
I feel as if my brain is less hijacked!
The Basics are what gave me the most justice in the long run.
Being able to extract positive meaning out of adverse experiences.
My roommate is very observant, and hell bent on teasing me about being a hot mess in general. Reminiscing on jokes between us makes me laugh out loud no matter what the situation is.
Phone calls to help me wake up in the mornings and appreciation for my origami T-shirt I made out of a dollar would top this week. My friends all do the kindest things for me, it is hard to pick.
Recently I’ve mode some strong bonds with a group of amazing people, I feel like they have helped me grow so much and there is just so much love between as all I would have to say they are the love of my life.
I believe I have had several. At least a thousand more to go.
I haven’t gotten to a point where I can express a more definitive lesson from it. However, I feel as if life has continuously tested and molded my creativity.