Meditation is NOT for me!

Meditation is NOT for me.You have heard it all before. To meditate all you have to do is sit in quiet spot, cross your legs, place your hands over your knees, close your eyes, concentrate on the breathing and prepare to relax. These basic rules are going to lead you to internal bliss. The research highlights this practise is good for you. Taking this action is going to make you smile just like the Dalai Lama.

Generally before you start something new, you buy an outfit, pay for a course, read about it or study a little – prepare in some way. But for this exercise; all you are required to do is sit and breathe. Really? How hard could that possibly be?

Your scheduled meditation time has arrived. You turn all the lights and any noise off and go to your allocated meditation spot. You take a couple of breaths and there is no magic. You take a couple more and now your mind has started nagging at you. Surely this can’t be right.

You shuffle around. Reposition yourself, blow out a big sigh and start again. Refocusing on the breathing. You may as well be at a party where a conversation is not an option because the music is so loud. You want to relax into peaceful pleasure but your mind has other ideas. It wants mental warfare to sit at the top of its thoughts.

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Don’t be fooled – Jealously is an urgent matter.

Jealously.The information I am about to share with you, should be titled the ugly truth. The story begins with the twisted mind of a jealous young person. The events that I speak of are shadowed with insecurity, self-doubt and reckless intention. However without such a lesson I could not be the person I am today. A kind and caring human being that values her own characteristics and those in others.

Years ago my ex-boyfriend began a relationship with an arch enemy of mine. While it sounds so silly to say that now, it is exactly how I felt all those years ago. It seemed she and I were attracted to the same guys. And for some unknown reason she drove me crazy. I felt compelled to ring and harass her whenever the opportunity arose. I rang her so often; her phone number was imprinted in my mind. The nastiness I penetrated towards her made me cross the line a number of times.

My friends starting hearing about what I had been up to and still I could do nothing but hate her with everything I had. Appearing like a lunatic was none too descriptive. This rage was blind, it was irrational and down-right mean. But most of all – it was a waste of time. Nobody gained anything from this situation. Although I continually felt tormented by a woman I barely knew.

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What is your writing process?

What is your writing style?Us poor writers! Such a rewarding yet agonising job. A completed article – evidence that our compulsion is worth it.

Do you have those days where turning the computer on, to do some work feels unbearable; even unnatural?

Or getting out of bed to finish a document makes you wish some illness had come over you in the night so you had a valid excuse to avoid word central.

Writing got a little easier once I realised I have a method in my madness. It was like building blocks – stacked upon one another; constructing a rather smooth process to get to a completed document.

Once this light bulb moment awakened me to my own procedure, the struggle became tolerable. I began to see writing as a creative process – possibly a gift, requiring continued patience and practice, in order to be able to call it my craft. So I had no choice but to label my steps.

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In my 40’s I…

Me getting used to selfies.

The clock continued its usual rhythm as I strolled into my 40’s. There were no fireworks or band playing to celebrate.

I felt it was the age of letting go and having a few decades of experience behind me, I decided it was out with the old and in with the new. What did this fresh outlook on life mean to me?

I reflected on the past and made a plan for the future. And this is what I came up with.

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