OK, I blew it 18 days in last month. Starting over. 30 days. Daily meditation. No matter what. No booze. No matter what. That’s right, zero alkiefriend. Not a sip. Not a swig. Not a glass. Not a drop.
OK, it’s February so it’s actually 29 stress-filled entrepreneurial days sans Sauv Blanc or vodka or pinot anything.
This will be in the thought bubble above my head for most of it:
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Meditation the last two days included sensations from the ghosts of me past.
Yesterday: the taste of canned cheap beer from high school.
Today:
Playing alone outside in the winter when i was about 9.
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via magnificentruin:
apologies to Thomas Cristofoletti
via queenkiller
Having done lucid dreaming many times, I can say perfect stillness, staying awake and having your arms to your sides have nothing to do with it. If an Asian guy can sound like Steve Perry and sing with Journey - and few people will be believin’ - then you can sleep in the fetal position and go there.
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Meditation day 10 (which was yesterday)
via ambiguouslysavvy:
Your worst enemy cannot harm you as much
as your own unguarded thoughts. - The Buddha
I’ll have this ringing in my ears as I try my next challenge - TEETOTALLING FEBRUARY. I fully expect the mind will go first. The rest of you, well… please keep inviting me to happy hour, ok?
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery—isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.”
- Charles Bukowski
Despite that, I think Chinaski probably got close to this more than a few times himself:
(Source: arreter, via thatkindofwoman)
I absolutely hate routines, unless they involve a glass of something alcoholic at 6:30 pm.
February: 30 days of not drinking
March: 30 days of routine & list-living.
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Wasted Rita.
Wake Up Print.
Life, liberty and the pursuit of the yes-ness, 30 days at a time. Let me be your guinea pig. love, Julie Kucinski
