Have you ever washed your own clothes? Yes, right? Nope. WRONG. You haven’t. You haven’t truly washed your own clothing until you’ve scrubbed your clothes, by hand, in a bucket!
Just this past Christmas my sister gave me a journal titled “Zen as F*ck”. It’s a small journal with 128 pages of coloring, writing, expressing, releasing negative emotions and even negative people in your life.
My last full day in India. My driver Babu and I left Jaipur about an hour ago headed for Delhi. Delhi is where it all started on November 1st, thirty four days ago.
As I sit here on this balcony sipping a coconut milk decaf cappuccino and eating an eggless chocolate mousse cup, I can’t believe this is the last day. It’s been a long month.
I hope you read “Running Scared” about my first day here in India. If you did you would know I was missing some essential items. I needed to get a few of these items to make me “happy”. I needed these to allow myself to get my head on straight and hopefully start sinking into this experience.
RUN! What the F did I do!? What was I thinking!? We pulled up to the hotel and my stomach sank. Shit! Holy shit! Holy shit shit! I had done lots of research before coming, so I thought.
My kryptonite. Hearing someone comment on other peoples weight it super upsetting to me. Immediately my mind starts on spin cycle.
You know those days you just don’t want to, well, anything? That was my day. Right when I opened my eyes I knew I didn’t want to do anything, never mind go for 10 mile a hike. I didn’t feel right.
Every day while in Glastonbury I made the 2-mile trek over to the Tor. It’s been said that the veil is thin at the top of this hill. It’s where your finite nature meets our infinite nature.
Today my alarm clock sounded at 3:30AM. I haven’t been up this early since a work trip with my previous employer.