and the evening and the morning were the first day
Back at the new year, I listed as the first of my resolutions that I would endeavor to live mindfully.
So far, I haven't been particularly successful with that one. I find that it's way too easy for me to be scrambling between too many things, overcommitting my time, and splitting my focus in a zillion different ways.
(Okay, not literally on that last one. Still, sometimes it feels like it.)
Yesterday was my birthday, and I spent a lot of it in quiet contemplation, thinking over a number of things. (It was a good day! Just quiet.) As part of that, I have decided to spend the next three hundred and sixty-five days chronicling an attempt to live at least one mindful moment each day.
Some days I expect to go better than others. That's okay. In this case, it really is the journey that matters.
Today included more than one mindful moment, but I think I'll let the writing of this post and the beginning of this year-long project stand for the day as a whole.
April 12, 2010. Day One.
(cross-posted to silver_grove.)
So far, I haven't been particularly successful with that one. I find that it's way too easy for me to be scrambling between too many things, overcommitting my time, and splitting my focus in a zillion different ways.
(Okay, not literally on that last one. Still, sometimes it feels like it.)
Yesterday was my birthday, and I spent a lot of it in quiet contemplation, thinking over a number of things. (It was a good day! Just quiet.) As part of that, I have decided to spend the next three hundred and sixty-five days chronicling an attempt to live at least one mindful moment each day.
Some days I expect to go better than others. That's okay. In this case, it really is the journey that matters.
Today included more than one mindful moment, but I think I'll let the writing of this post and the beginning of this year-long project stand for the day as a whole.
April 12, 2010. Day One.
(cross-posted to silver_grove.)