I’ve started my personal self-development challenge. The one where I attempt to improve my life within the bounds of my responsibilities and limited (ok non-existent) budget.
I’ve heard people say meditation is a life-changing activity. To be fair those people are mostly highly paid actors with nannies on hand to distract the children and calming, white mediation rooms in-built in their Hollywood mansions.
There have always been a few problems with my meditating. Firstly it requires quiet and time alone. This house doesn’t do quiet and I haven’t been alone since 1997.
Nevertheless I decide that I need to still my frenetic mind. The mind that races with 100 ideas a minute. The mind that multi-tasks every minute of every day, keeping a tally on who is where and what needs to be done next.
I discover a meditation course you can try free for 21 days. I sign up.
I begin to get daily emails with the latest meditations. I fail to find the time to even open them. They build up in my inbox. I get stressed that I am falling behind in my meditation!
Finally I secure a few minutes to give one a shot.
Resting comfortably on my bed I open the first meditation – oh God it goes for 15 minutes – I don’t have 15 minutes I’ve got to go and cook dinner. Calm. Breath. Dinner can wait.
I press play. Calming music. Then an Indian voice issuing instructions. I get the giggles. I don’t know why I get the giggles. This has happened on other ill-fated meditation attempts too. I refocus. Listen carefully.
The phone rings.
I’m not answering the phone. The phone is not important. Focus on meditating.
“Muuuuuuum. Some bloke on the phone says he can save you money on the phone bill.”
“Tell him we are happy with our current phone provider”
“TELL HIM WE DON’T WANT TO CHANGE OUR PHONE”. I don’t think yelling is supposed to be a part of meditating.
Refocus. Abundance. Think of wildlife. I’m back with my meditating friend.
Suddenly I am not alone.
“Why are you in bed? Are you sick?”
“No, I’m meditating”.
“Why are you stressed?”.
“I don’t have time to explain, I’ve got to listen to this guy, I can’t hear him while you are talking.”
“What’s he on about?”
“I can’t explain now, just let me finish, I’ll explain later”.
“Is this another blogging thing?”
“NO, YES, CAN YOU PLEASE GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES TO MYSELF”. Again, yelling is bad for meditating.
“Geez, OK, no need to get cranky”.
By now my meditating mate has allowed soft music to play uninterrupted, I think we are supposed to be focusing on the abundance in our life, but I missed his last few points so I can’t be sure.
Clear your mind, Janine, be calm.
Ummmm. What time is it? I should have started to defrost the chicken pieces before I began, they would nearly be done by now. Did I sign that note for the excursion? Oh God what if that excursion was today? Did my kid miss out because I forgot to give permission for her to walk into town with the rest of the class? What date is it? I have to get the newsletter out at work. Do I have enough content?
Abundance. Right. My life is abundant. I’ve got plenty. I have a roof over my head. The walls may be unpainted. The floor uncovered and the windows without architraves, but hell it doesn’t blow down in a storm. We are good. How are we going to get the house finished? I really have to come up with a new plan.
Janine, this not meditating. STOP YOUR BRAIN NOW. Well that’s three times yelling (even if this one was silently in your head).
The bell rings. The meditation is over.
That went well.
If you would like to give meditating a try for yourself there’s still a week or so left of this challenge. While Radio National Life Matters is into week three of a six-week challenge to meditate every day.