Monday, November 11, 2019

Problem-solving Q&A

Sunday: 25 + 30 minutes sitting
Monday: 30 minutes sitting

I remembered that I am my own coach, and here are my own coach’s answers to some of the questions that have been troubling me.

Q: How can I avoid feeling tortured while meditating during times of stress?
A: Plan for two 30-minute sessions. And set your meditation timer to also give a little clunk at 25 minutes so you can bail out early if you really feel like it.

Q: How can I make more time to work and still keep up my practice?
A: You are only human, and if you have to do only one session a day, that’s OK for now. Think big-picture. But definitely give up Twitter at the same time.

Q: How can I get more comfortable and stop my legs from falling asleep?
A: Shorter sessions, plus a complex piece of engineering involving a large cushion, a zafu, and a kickboard.

Q: Is meditation a break for my brain or a bunch of extra work for my brain?
A: Just chill a bit and behave as if it’s a break.


Saturday, November 9, 2019

Helping or hurting?

Thursday: 30 minutes sitting
Friday: 45 minutes sitting
Saturday: 45 minutes sitting

My zafu came in the mail (YAY), so I jumped back to 45-minute meditation sessions, but I am still having a hard time. This morning’s session felt like torture, to be blunt, and I don’t want to start associating my meditation time with negative emotions, let alone torture.

I really think it’s because I’m working so much. Is working myself into the ground just incompatible with a meditation practice? Because I need to work myself into the ground right now—it’s kind of what I signed up for, career-wise, and it’s only for another week and a half. So my question is this: Is meditation actually a rest for my brain, and therefore helping, or is it just adding to the workload already going on up there, and therefore hastening my spiral into insanity?

I gave some serious thought to cutting WAY back on meditation time until after my deadline, just to have an extra half-hour a day to work. But then I realized I hadn’t considered the option of giving up Twitter instead, which is probably also a half-hour of my day, and which also leaves me extremely agitated. So I guess I’ll do that first.

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Gave it my best shot

Monday: 30 + 30 minutes sitting
Tuesday: 30 minutes sitting
Wednesday: 30 + 30 minutes sitting


A Facebook friend posted this today—I had seen it before, and you probably have, too, but it really struck a nerve. An absolute dump truck of work landed on me yesterday, along with a nasty complication caused by a software update, and I had barely scratched the surface of it before I melted down into whiny, tired, paralyzed, not-even-doing-her-second-meditation Julie and gave up.

(I should maybe add that even whiny, giving-up Julie was still fairly productive, because I ended up cooking a week’s worth of breakfast casserole and a pan of roasted carrots while I was having my mental meltdown. M.H. is at least as busy as I am, and I am trying to keep us both alive.)

Anyway, I’m going to throw a dart, start on whatever it hits, and get back to work.

Sunday, November 3, 2019

30 + 30

Sunday: 30 + 30 minutes sitting

I might be taking a tiny step backward here, but so far I absolutely love breaking up my meditation into 30-minute chunks. I end up with more total minutes per day, but it seems so much more manageable. The key reason is that my legs tend to fall asleep around the 25-minute mark right now, and that’s not nearly as distracting when I know I have just a few minutes left anyway.

At some point I need to go back to 45-minute sessions (the length suggested as a minimum in The Mind Illuminated), but I think I’ll at least wait until my meditation cushion is delivered.

Saturday, November 2, 2019

Social schmedia

Saturday: 30 + 30 minutes sitting

I’m sure I’ve said this before, but I need a sign for my office that says: “Everything remains stupid; do not visit Twitter to verify.” And underneath in smaller letters: “If Trump dies, you will hear about it some other way.”

And what about Facebook? If ever that nonsense needed to be boycotted, it’s now. It’s such a shame, though, because even more than this blog it’s an online diary for me, going back 12 years to when my children were actually smallish. It has friends I don’t have any other contact with. And now it also contains occasional glimpses of my little college swimmer Mik, via videos posted by his team.

I did delete the Facebook app from my phone, but that was mostly because the settings kept reverting to turn on “in-app sounds,” no matter how many times I turned them off (three).

Again, I don’t want to go crazy imposing rules on myself, because I want to focus on meditation and actually follow through with it. (For how long? The book says I should be able to achieve enlightenment within seven years, so I’ll let you know in 2026.)

I might have to control my social media habits using mindfulness and (ugh) moderation.

Friday, November 1, 2019

Turn, turn, turn

Thursday: 30 minutes sitting
Friday: 30 + 20 minutes sitting

I am trying to be conscious about not starting five New Life Plans at once any more, in favor of doing just one thing and then actually doing it. (Here comes the but…)

But I figured out a while ago that one of the secrets of enjoying each season more is to change your habits to reflect what’s happening outdoors. I would actually like to do a lot more of this, but so far I have: In the summer I bask in the sun and don’t watch television and eat carbs/fruit. In the winter, I bask in the bathtub and watch TV and go keto.

I know there are two other seasons, but in Montana they’re not anything you can really plan your life around.

And since it’s November 1 and it was below zero this week and there’s snow on the ground, I think we’ve officially come to winter. I can’t watch TV until my big book project is done—and M.H. is going to want to wait until after NaNoWriMo—but I’m already in the process of changing up my diet. I’m probably going to have to start reading keto blogs again to help me remember what to eat.

Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Breaking it up

Tuesday: 45 minutes sitting
Wednesday: 20 + 30 minutes sitting

I needed to break up my meditation session today for logistical reasons, which I’ve decided is not such a horrible thing to do, especially if I can end up with more than 45 minutes total. The 30-minute afternoon session was especially pleasant—by the end of that time my legs are only just starting to fall asleep, and knowing that I’m not going to be there so long seems to be protective against the posture freakout.

Maybe I’ll do 30 + 30 for a while and see if it helps me to build endurance or restore my brain or anything.