This morning's routine is no different from yesterday's. 5:30 a.m. and the alarm goes off. A steaming hot shower accompanied by high notes of Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean." The girlfriend telling me to stick to my day job. My daily morning mental exercise—meditation.
Before I close my eyes, I reflect on my intention. I say to myself, "Julio, what is the motivation for your meditation sit this morning?" I want to be present. I want to cultivate mindfulness in my life to be able to balance work and personal life better in the chaos of NYC. I want to teach meditation because it has profoundly helped me.
I ensure my posture is correct. Please gluteus, don't go completely numb on me again! I acknowledge a potential distraction—a blow dryer on full blast in the bathroom. I set the timer on my phone for 25 minutes. Let's do this.
At first, the meditation is a bit of a challenge. My mind wanders off from my breath to several thoughts: how unproductive yesterday was. How I will not allow today to be the same. The tower of dirty clothes in the corner of my room.
Between the laundry list of thoughts, I recognize I have lost my breath and return to it. Over time, the meditation is still a bit of a challenge for me. I get frustrated and impatient. I open my eyes to relieve the overwhelming sense of anxiousness. Thirty-two seconds left on the timer. Come on Julio, you almost made it!