I’m kicking Taoist butt with the “leaving no trace.” I can’t believe how much I’ve been getting into this “leaving a room at least as clean as when you go in.” Only took me 58 years and three husbands to get there. CH keeps walking into the kitchen and saying “what’s wrong with you?”, even though he was the first one to try keeping it clean. I’m such a natural-born clutterer that he thinks I’ve been replaced by an impostor–a pod person left by aliens ready to suck his spirit out when he’s asleep. Nah, did that to the first two hubbies.
That’s getting to be so natural that I’m tempted to just go with it for another week before trying another mindfulness exercise but that seems like cheating.
This week, then: Take 3 breaths.
Yup, that’s it. Whenever during the day you think of it, sit back, try to let your shoulders relax and take three deep breaths, inhaling into your abdomen, exhaling so your abdomen relaxes back toward your spine. Consider each 3 breath break as a mini-meditation, so much more doable than trying to set
aside a half hour in a quiet space, pretending your mind is clear when you’re really totting up the chores you need to accomplish in your whirling, never empty, never settled brain.
3 breaths. Deep, slow. Let that Buddha-belly hang out. Let your mind wander–or not. No goals, no wrong or right. Just 3 breaths.