And yet I meditated this morning. It's a quieter day—well, not quieter, lots of things to do, but not too much work.
But there it is: bad mood.
Maybe the flight back. Maybe the food. Nerves unwinding.
Here's at least one mistake I don't make anymore: thinking that whatever triggered the irritation is the source. Ha! Not falling for that one anymore. Proof: I moved on to something else and that second thing pissed me off too.
So there you go.
I could have put off writing this note until later. When things felt better. Write yet another piece of bullshit about meditation. "Oh, you just have to place your attention on blah blah blah..."
But no, that's the whole secret now: I'm not waiting anymore for things to be okay.
In fact, I'm not even hoping for things to be okay.
I do it now. With what's here. I accept.
Damnit.