I love meditation. I find the simplicity of the act beautiful. I love that there's no right way to do it, and I also love that it's transportable. I can meditate anywhere: on the subway, an airplane, my living room, even in the bathroom during a loud family function if I need to (and sometimes, I really, really need to!)
But, as is the case with many things that are good for me, I tend to avoid meditation until I really feel the need. And the fact of the matter is, I am a person who "needs" to meditate on a regular basis. My natural state is one of constant on-the-go-ness, and my mind likes to follow suit—bouncing from one idea or activity to the next, ad nauseam, until it's time for bed and I'm utterly exhausted.
I've always meant to get around to making meditation a part of my daily routine, but until this past week, this goal fell repeatedly by the wayside in lieu of other "easier" routine tasks, such as sleeping, eating, working, feeding the cat, and cleaning the bathroom (just to name a few). In short, there was something holding me back from including this incredibly important activity in my day-to-day life. What was it that kept me from engaging in this (as I've stated) simple, feel-good activity?
If I dig deep, I think the answer is plain and simple: Fear. Fear kept my meditation practice on hold. Fear of what, you ask? I think that answer is discomfort. Here's the thing: The first few minutes of meditation tends to bring up a lot of anxiety for me. I am most comfortable while doing something. I never want to waste a moment of time.
However, this past week, I decided to ignore my fear, accept whatever would arise, and begin every morning with meditation—even the mornings when I had to wake up at 5:45 a.m. to train my first client. Here's what I learned during this first week: