Last night I went to the battlefield with no music. I took my cold shower in quiet. Without the external aid of badass music, I felt immediate resistance. It was harder to say fuck it without Glenn Danzig's help.
After a sheepish twenty seconds or so, I realized the err of my ways and wholeheartedly got drenched.
I washed up, got that winter stench off my body, and then made a somewhat earnest attempt at meditating. I positioned myself directly under the stream, let it pour down over the top of me, and positioned my head so that I could breathe through my nose unobstructed.
I am not a particularly seasoned meditator. I normally do a daily ten minute guided meditation using the Sam Harris Waking Up app, but even that can feel like a struggle. I lasted for perhaps two minutes of attempted meditation before I gave up. An exercise in futility? Maybe. But I'm going to give it another, more sincere, whack and see what happens.
Next time, I'll start out with a song to keep the Cold Shower Playlist expanding and then meditate to cap it off.
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