Day 16 Entry

I sat down this morning with only one hour to give before breakfast. I’d gone to bed at midnight, so the clock was already pressing against me. Still, I set the number in my mind: one hour.

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And it happened. Not by force, not by clock-watching. My body carried me through the full sit as if it already knew the measure. When I opened my eyes, it was exactly one hour.

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The sit itself felt like emptying residues—tensions my body had been storing melted away. It wasn’t a draining, it was a feeding. A different kind of meal, one that nourished me at the root. I needed that. When it ended, I felt lighter, like something had been lifted, and I sank deeper into myself than before.

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I see now that true wealth for meditation is earlier rest. Today’s sit was paid for with sleep debt. Tomorrow’s sits can be invested with surplus, giving me looser space and deeper reach. Sleep is the currency, and meditation is how I spend it wisely.