This morning I returned home from a routine visit to the doctor determined to keep an open mind about his suggestion that I try some meditation. That he might recommend this at some point was no surprise; I caught a glimpse of the prayer flags in his office the first time I saw him a few years ago.
I decided to give it a try on my lunch break. As he said, guided meditations are easy to find on YouTube and elsewhere. I got down to business, found a short video, and decided I could easily spare five minutes.
Nearly every second of that time, one of the first few words the guy’s soothing voice said ran through my brain, again and again and again.
Thank you for gifting yourself these next few minutes.
This was not relaxing. I want those five minutes back, dammit.
I grudgingly admit that people have used “gift” as a verb for a long time, but I’m one of the people Merriam-Webster mentions here. It was good to see I’m not alone, but I do imagine I should probably go meditate some more.
Take it easy, my friends.
B.J.
The Smith Compound 