Well, I finally did it. I meditated.
For ten minutes. After wanting,
planning and hoping to do so, I did it.
And it was wonderful! It’s hard
to turn off the mind, and I didn’t exactly do that. But I slowed down. I could feel the tightness, like a drum, in
my belly, the pull of my hip flexors, the spread of muscles shining out of my
spine. I saw images. I asked for clarity surrounding my pursuits.
I have been pursuing a career as an actress
for my entire adult life and I am stuck.
I, who once prided myself on being optimistic and innocent almost to a
fault, have become disillusioned. I
don’t know what step to take next or how, or if I am even willing to do
so. As I was meditating, I asked for
guidance on this conundrum, and I imagined being at the bottom of a well, with
dirt so tightly compacted around me that it felt as if I was suffocating. Breathing and feeling the stifling grip of
the earth, I tried to relax into it.
Slowly, its claws loosened and I had a bit more room to be. The path before me seemed a little less
foggy.
I asked my heart for a word, as I was taught
by my Enneagram mentor, Sandra. She says
if you ask your heart for a word, it will only come from a place of love. If you get an unkind word, you know it’s not
really your heart speaking to you. So,
my heart first said “key” and then it said “soften.” And I knew what that meant. Compassion.
It means I must soften my heart in order to
unlock it. I could feel the tightness,
like vines, covering up my heart, trying to protect it. For as long as I can remember I have been
incredibly hard on myself. I want too
much from myself, I push myself past my boundaries, and limits. I berate myself for not being good enough,
for failing, for being human.
Yesterday, I felt particularly stressed. Beginning my morning with immediately trying
to put myself out there, getting online, trying to reach for something, giving
away my power, by 10am I felt exhausted.
I was frustrated, angry, annoyed, mad, tired, and upset. Over what?
Nothing in particular. It was
mainly because I was not present. It felt like someone was behind me, pushing
me towards some end goal, some product, and I was clamoring and tripping over
myself trying to get there. I think I
was pissed at that bully who was forcing me to be somewhere that I wasn’t.
I didn’t like that feeling, that stress, that
overwhelm of the mind, that disconnection from the body. And that is what led me to start my day a
little differently this morning. When I
opened my eyes from my ten-minute meditation, I could see in real time what was
in front of me. The flickering of my
Lavender Vanilla candle flame, the blueness of the sky juxtaposed with the rust
red of the roof across the street. My breathing had slowed
down and it felt just a little easier to take the next step.
This, I suppose, is the gift of
meditation. We are so over-stimulated in
this uber technological age. We have
more on our plates than ever. We are
constantly feeling behind, or too much, or not good enough. I hope to be able to give myself this gift
every morning.
If any of what I’ve written resonates with
you, please share a comment below. I’d
love to hear your thoughts and begin a conversation!