It’s 1:32 in the afternoon and I’m sitting on my family room sectional. Spike is curled contentedly in my lap. A fly that was just buzzing around my head sits perched in a sunbeam on the back of the sectional.  It’s twiddling its front two legs. If only I understood the fly sign language. I’m just taking it all in.

I’ve been meditating. Like just now. But also consistently on a daily or more than daily basis for the past several months. It is the most consistent my practice has been in my entire life. Which… really it wouldn’t be hard for me to be more consistent at something. I’m kind of inconsistent about most things. 

Meditation though, has become a daily habit. Like brushing my teeth. I know I should do it three times a day, but that seems like a huge commitment so I strive for twice and sometimes settle for once.

Life is hard like that and sometimes you go right out the door in the morning and you were totally going to brush your teeth after breakfast but you were still drinking your coffee and you decided to wait until just before you leave because the coffee is tasting perfect and you don’t want to ruin it with overwhelming zingy fake mint.

Today was like that but with meditation. I meant to do it as soon as I got up, knowing I had to be somewhere in person at 10. But I kept putting it off and putting it off until before I knew it I was out the door to see my acupuncturist. And yeah, I can totally meditate while I lay on the table with little needles sticking out of my appendages and head. And I totally did. But the point was that I needed to meditate before I saw other human beings. Like maybe even before I saw any mammals.

Sorry Spike… 

So even though I totally did use the time for some mindfulness, my mindfulness was more like wow my mind is full and keeps running away. I still needed time to get centered and keep the commitment I made to myself to be consistent and take this seriously. 

Seriously. Consistent. Which is something that over my past 46 years I haven’t really been. About…

Anything. Ever.

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I hope you all appreciate that I resisted the urge to use the word thrice up there… It didn’t really work in the sentence and I wanted to use it anyway. But I resisted. For you. And because I didn’t feel like rewriting that whole paragraph just to make it work.