I’ve been writing daily for over a month now on consciousness and how it shows up in my daily life. Some days I feel like I could write a novel on all the things that go through my head - all the experiences I have. Other days, I wonder what the hell I’m going to write about.
Today falls into the latter category.
I stayed up late watching the Super Bowl...and doing volunteer work. Lack of sleep, coupled with a super busy schedule, and I find myself sitting here writing my stream of consciousness instead of something thought-provoking and meaningful. I don't have the energy to contemplate the meaning of life, let alone what I will wear to work tomorrow. I just don't. Not today.
This blog keeps me in check so that I can reflect on how I live my life. It's served its purpose thus far, and does so even today. Don't get me wrong...I still practiced consciousness today. I realized I was irritable and chose not to get upset when my last nerve was plucked. I prioritized a conversation with someone who's going through a rough time, even though I already had too much to do. I practiced gratitude when my husband ran over something in the road and wasn't injured. I didn't feel any of those experiences were entertaining enough to write about. My energy just isn't in it.
Everyday won't offer epic experiences and aha moments. Some days are just "normal." I'm ok with that. Maybe I'll write something deep and thought-provoking tomorrow. Maybe I won't. I have no idea what tomorrow holds...and I'm definitely not worrying about it. I'm happy to just wait and see...
Be open to what comes.