And really, it wasn’t so much a neglected thought as it was a temporarily-abandoned-until-I-can-think-of-a-story-worth-telling thought, because thinking of a story worth telling is a considerable challenge at the moment.
I’m Adi - an accidental yogi, trail runner, and lover of words.
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And really, it wasn’t so much a neglected thought as it was a temporarily-abandoned-until-I-can-think-of-a-story-worth-telling thought, because thinking of a story worth telling is a considerable challenge at the moment.
These are the two rules I try to live by. Sometimes I fail.
It’s a fireplace and fuzzy socks on a wintry day, and it is the sweet reward after a long, cold run. It’s the familiar sweater you rediscover on the first chilly morning of fall. Coffee wraps you in nostalgia flinging you back in time.
I didn’t plan to do this this morning, but things like this are never really planned. I also didn’t plan to
I think this is day six of being quarantined-ish (thanks, COVID), and I’m killing time before one of my favorite teachers hops on Zoom at 10am.
The first time we met in real life, he spent two hours listening to me tell him what to do, and he took it like a champ.
“Yesterday, I wrapped up another one of my meditation and journaling workshops, and as always, I left feeling inspired and excited about the…”
“This afternoon, I wrapped up a two-part meditation and writing workshop at one of my local studios. It was my first time..,”