I have nothing to write about. Absolutely nothing. Funny, when I meditate this is exactly my goal--to sit and simply do nothing. Yet, staring at this empty page is giving me anxiety. Why?
Nothing to write about, but my mind has a full "to do" list that spans from now through next Sunday evening. Actually, this is the problem. They call it Monkey Mind. My mind is racing so I cannot write. I am getting caught up in the worry and anticipation of what is next rather than what is now.
This is why we practice.
Nothing to write about, but my mind has a full "to do" list that spans from now through next Sunday evening. Actually, this is the problem. They call it Monkey Mind. My mind is racing so I cannot write. I am getting caught up in the worry and anticipation of what is next rather than what is now.
This is why we practice.
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