
I sat this morning & I felt somewhat agitated. I'm nor exactly sure where it came froim, maybe its a bit of annoyance with myself that I'm feeling for not living how I could? Maybe, but the gym today will be perfect to channel that.
Tonight’s meditation was short. Nothing dramatic, no flood of light or revelation—just stillness that felt dry around the edges. Awareness wasn’t fully nestled, like it kept slipping through small cracks. I could sense the body asking for patience instead of performance.
So I sat, breathed, and let “not much” happen. That’s part of the practice: learning that flat moments still count. The breath felt a little rough in the throat, but it moved, and that was enough.
Later, I realized even the uneventful sits are like sweeping a floor. You don’t notice a shine right away, but you’re clearing dust every time. Calm doesn’t always feel calm while it’s forming.