I can’t seem to get any traction going. I can’t seem to get consistency on my big rocks.
My scorecard this week:
Writing 7/7,
Meditation 5/7,
Yoga 3/7.
I blogged last week, so Blog 1/1
The writing is the easiest. The blogging is the hardest, but since the blogging is only once a week, I managed, at least for the first week, to gut it out.
I credit Nanowrimo for getting me in shape to write 1K a Day. After having to hit that 1667 word-a-day benchmark every day in November, a thousand words a day is puh.
As for the meditation, even though I haven’t been consistent, I really like the new meditation app I’ve been using. It’s Sam Harris’s Waking Up Course. There are daily, ten-minute guided meditations. And even though they are talkier than I would normally be able to tolerate, I find, at this stage in my meditation practice, I kinda welcome his intellectual guidance. Having spent decades on the cushion doing zazen, and other techniques, and not quite understanding what the hell I was doing, Sam’s guidance is causing some of the the mist to dissipate.
My greatest resistance is to my 30 minute daily personal yoga practice.
Is it that I just don’t want to confront how inflexible I’ve become? How physically weak?
Could be.
I haven’t come up with a good time-slot for it, either, and that is a stumbling block. Plus, I have this thing about changing my clothes. I hate changing clothes. It takes everything I have to get out of my pajamas into day clothes. And then when it’s time to teach, I resist getting out of day clothes into yoga clothes. It’s a ridiculous struggle.
I was talking to a fellow yoga teacher friend and she practices first thing, in her pajamas. But I don’t like yoga first thing. I like yoga, like third thing, after writing, and meditation. But then the puppy needs a walk, and then the day often derails.
The solution would be to take a regular yoga class. Plop down a lot of money and commit. I’m an Obliger. I need accountability. But there is no regular class or teacher around here. Mine are the regular classes. I am the teacher.
This needs to be figured out.
