Things work themselves out

Sometimes I’ll be fretting over something and wondering how on earth I will get out of a situation. Because I get so worked up, I out of doing anything about it. And then… out of no where things just have a way working themselves out. Then I realize not taking any action was probably the best thing I could do.

Thursday, 24 Jan 2019

It’s that time again, when I sit and stare at the screen…not sure what to write. So I’m just going to write random thoughts. It’s the end of the work week for me today and I’m so very tired. I’m happy but tired. It’s been a good week. I got a lot of things done and I’m well on my way to getting more done. It’s nice to get things done…. the sense of accomplishment, the feeling that something has been achieved is quite elevating. This afternoon I was walking around with a silly grin on my face… probably because the week was over for me, probably because it felt good that I managed to achieve quite a bit.

Happy Thursday everyone…. may your weekend be pleasant.

Meditation… just can’t do it

The few times I’ve tried to meditate, it’s just so weird. I close my eyes and sit there, trying to listen to my breathing and my mind is thinking twenty different things. I try to shut out any images but just the oddest things seem to appear out of the darkness. I can’t seem to get on board with the idea of just sitting still and doing nothing. I can’t let go of my thoughts.

I realize that I have an active mind. I am a worrier and I definitely overthink everything. I find it really hard to switch off which leads to insomnia and late nights.

Over the years, I’ve read and hear such good things about meditation. Keeps you calm, helps you focus, improves your health, good for your soul, etc etc. The list goes on. In all the years, that I’ve known about meditation, I’ve never been able to practice it. I probably should try harder but I’m giving up instead. I guess it’s just not my thing.

 

 

Orphan ideas

There are some days when I start writing a blog and five other idea pop into my head. I have the urge to write and the ideas seem to just flow. Then there are days and days of nothing. Just nothing… I’m staring at my laptop and I think I have an idea and I try to find the words. But I end up not writing anything. Or I will forcefully start writing, write a few lines and then realize that I’m typing utter rubbish and just stop. I’ll save it as a draft in case some form of genius strikes me or may be I’ll never come back to it. I have 85 saved drafts.

Orphan ideas but no words.