The Worst

Enjoying a new read from a pal, Walk Like a Buddha. Page 11 has an anecdote about asking a room full of meditators to raise their hand if they succumb to distraction during their practice. Then ask the room if they think that would make them a terrible meditator, and likely many hands would come back up. Then he comforts the reader with, "there can only be one worst meditator-so it's probably not you." 

I had a pretty good session this morning, unfortunately this peace was quickly shredded by the "mandatory" safety meeting I am required to attend. Of course I could not find the building and was almost late.

Just kidding I was accidentally a half hour early and I'm one of four suckers who is actually attending. Can't wait to repeat my success+sucker=suckercess tomorrow for diversity training.

I feel twice as foolish for losing myself in a swirl of panic right after meditating.

It's like there is a Mom version of me with arms crossed over her apron scolding, "Now, what did I just tell you not to do?"

Me: panic.

MeMom: and what did you do?

Me: have 6 heart attacks.

No more emails with red ink please.