I am sipping matcha with cream and honey next to a sleeping cat. Nothing much to report today. Did yoga and edited my yoga routine a little. Took a bath. Ate. Meditated. Organized bookmarks so I have easy access to comedy and physical activities. Neck pain is mostly gone today. Been doing well at boundaries with certain people and certain social medias, which seems key for my mental health. I feel very neutral, neither anxious nor depressed.
Trying to design my daily life to be as pleasant and interesting as possible within the confines of these walls. I try to treat every day like a creative writing prompt or project prompt. The challenge: create the ultimate life -- the only rule is it all has to happen at home, and uh, try not to die. I always liked creative challenges like that. Sometimes the restrictions help me focus more on specific things, like, how I've never done this much meditation and yoga in my entire life. The limits force me to appreciate little pleasures, like cooking awesome food, bathtub reading time, music discovery, independent films, playing with pets, etc.
I like all the time for reflection and dreaming. But I also would sometimes love a change of scenery or a vacation, or sex more than twice a year, maybe. I've never gone this long without sex. It's weird. For now I'll settle for hikes every few weeks. I'm more weary of social media political misinformation and how it's affecting people's mental health, than covid. But it sure would be nice to be able to safely do pre-covid things once in awhile, with people who haven't lost all sanity, if that still exists.
My ultimate dream right now is simply to enjoy a champagne or mimosa picnic at the beach or in the forest. To just sit on a blanket, sipping bubbles and gazing at Mother Earth. It takes so little for me to be happy. I don't even care what the weather is like. I'll happily picnic in a hail storm. That dreaded UK variant has arrived here so I guess I'd better enjoy a trip outside before all hell breaks loose in spring.
I've been telling myself I should meditate twice a day instead of once, but I really want to make a habit of it, since it seems to help me more than anything else does, noticeably, in every way. I took almost a week off of meditating to see what would happen, and I got a stiff neck and nightmares and used way more weed. So, back to meditating. I'm still pissed off that I didn't start meditating YEARS ago, because I feel like I did so much needless suffering. But, it's alright. There couldn't have been a better time to start than during a pandemic. Better late than never.
1:04 p.m. - 2021-02-03