30 Days of Meditation: Meditate Angry
Today’s lesson: Make yourself meditate (or exercise or your own ________ good-for-you-thing) and you’ll feel better no matter how pissed off you are.
What happened: Woke up late and walked the dog in a 50 mph skin-burning, mascara-melting wind. The kind that convinces you hell is cold and plays a lot of Garrison Keillor. I looked like a revival of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane, with the sniffles.
Between car and office, there’s a code-red WTF text from a client demanding something I’ve never heard about. Plus emails. Plus paperwork. Plus I’m the only car in the parking lot, a cruel reminder that the rest of the world is going to a movie and having boozy brunch today.
Despite the hour (11 am) all signs point to a Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day. Yay 2012.
What I did: Made my to-do list, checked my email, turned on the space heater in my brightly lit but quaintly heated office and did my 10 minutes o’ meditation. Despite the deluge of to-dos and shoulda-already-dones.
How I did it: Used the breath to push energy from my solar plexes to all corners of my pissed off, coffee-spilled, ice-cold, way behind self. Literally felt energy going up and out, pushing the mean reds out.
How I felt: At the beginning, I was hunched over with my hands shoved between my thighs for warmth. Not exactly open to the gifts of the universe but sometimes body heat trumps Om-Shanti. By the end, I was sitting straight and tall, feeling 100% awake and turned the EFF-OFF energy to ON energy. Sounds annoying, but it’s actually true.
OK now onto that text. I’m ready.
