The People Are The Problem

It's nearly as impossible to describe meditation to the uninitiated as it is to describe sex to the virgin and it should be because it's something that has to be experienced to fully comprehend but unlike sex, it can be experienced at any time and with no costs or accessories. Also (like sex) it's a helpful tool to help reduce tension that one can continue to practice until one's dying breath (unlike sex).

People Are My #1 Distraction and We Are Here By Choice

John's mom asks, "How do you identify your race?” John says, “Say you’re pink” and I try not to laugh out loud. John actually sounds like he has a sense of humor similar to mine. I didn’t say he has a good sense of humor because I don’t judge my sense of humor as good and others’ as bad. They say that when you write, you should “show it” and not just say it and I think I’m showing very well here that people are my #1 distraction. By the way, John has to pick up Tyler today! It’s five minutes til 2 o’clock right now. I know this because John's mom just told him. They’re interacting now and I’m not sure what they’re talking about because I'm busy typing/reporting about how they’re a great distraction. I’ll try to listen better so I can report back to you, my invisible, future audience but they’ve stopped speaking again.

Nobody Cares

Cultivate self-awareness because it’s not humanly possible for anyone to care about you more than you, yourself.

Asking Questions

In the third grade, I received an award for "Asking Questions". That teacher had me pegged. While other kids got awards for "holding my hand during recess" and "playing matchbox cars" (each kid in the class got an individual award), I was a philosopher even back then—a spacewoman jettisoning through the space of her cerebral matter wanting to know, to discover, to experience everything.