Turns out that flooding can stop me - not really the flooding but the other stuff - the four hour bus rides, the uncertainty of where I'll sleep, the exhaustion from trying to keep up with life in the midst of damp clothes, damp umbrellas, damp spirits.
I didn't meditate for about 4 days in the midst of all this - maybe 5. I can't remember. It was just overwhelming.
But I've been back to meditation for a few days. I've had some art projects come to mind, questions about life and G*d, curiosity about exercise in a new way.
I'm doing it. I'm just figuring some stuff out.
Right now - I don't want to waste my life.
That's all.
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