Last night I fell asleep on the couch right after South Park. I was tired. It was eleven o’clock. What can I say? I woke up this morning at 6:09 wondering where the hell I was because I was definitely not in my bed. This would be funny if it only happened every once in a while, but my waking on the couch and briefly wondering where I am is a fairly regular occurrence. After I got over the initial shock and awe of finding myself on the couch—again—I looked at the clock and decided to move myself upstairs to the bed for the remaining half-hour of sleeping time. However, once I got upstairs, I found that I couldn’t go back to sleep. So I got the bright idea that I would try meditating while laying there. Not a good idea. First, I had problems figuring out my breathing, then I felt like I was drowning, then Bec made some weird noise and startled me. I decided to just lay there staring at the ceiling, so I checked the clock. I had actually meditated for longer than I usually do, and I woke up feeling incredibly refreshed. “I felt fine and refreshed in every way,” as my friend’s mom’s relaxation tape used to say, “Feeling fine and refreshed in every way.” I got up at 7 o’clock and walked the dogs, and I feel great. Apparently, I need to open my mind to the possibility that I can relax and destress in several different ways. My only complaint is that I didn’t get to “listen in a very natural way to the pleasing sounds of the sanskrit melody.” That and I lost an hour of good sleep. Damn.
Oh, I don’t really say “om” either.