Although I am, generally speaking, a very happy person, sometimes I harbor stress like some kind of whack job yacht club. Sometimes, I think I even feed the stress oysters, which is counterproductive, since I don’t want it hanging around my harbor in the first place. So. At three o’clock in the morning, when I was fretting and freaking out, my husband got up with me, and we decided that I should learn to meditate.
From the internet.
Spoiler alert: This anecdote ends with us in a fit of laughter, not learning to meditate from the internet.
Much as I truly do love the idea of meditation, I can’t keep a straight face through a lot of the stuff that surrounds it. I’ve been trying to use the few techniques I gathered from our hurried middle-of the-night research, but so far, my mind seems much more like a neverending clown car of the absurd than a still pool. Who can even see the pool for all the clowns?
I know, I know: This means I’m failing, and I need to keep at it. I will, I promise. For now, I’m just happy that in between the fretting and the clowns and the occasional elephant with an oyster, I tested and finalized my Princess Bride amis: Fezzik, Inigo, and Vizzini.
If you crochet, you can get the pattern, and if you don’t, you can get the dolls – but for that one, you have to send me a message at email@example.com. Meanwhile, what’s your favorite meditation?