As a person whose life has been transformed by meditation, I love the 'time' excuse. If you can't find 20 minutes a day to meditate then you need two hours to meditate. I empathizse; I was very busy most of my life running in circles. It certainly took up all my time and, interesting enough, never seemed to break.
I admit it: I've had issues. Whether stumbling into the office bleary eyed from lack of sleep, stressed out from the commute, or plain grumpy and in need of a boost, there has always been one thing I've gone to. Coffee. One delicious, double shot, skinny cappuccino and the world snapped back into focus, tiredness was held at bay, and energy returned.
Earlier in the year while I was shifting from one tribe to another and becoming engrossed in new ways of thinking. I then stumbled upon Rachel's site, In Spaces Between. It was a complicated tangent of paths that led me to this point, and I think the 'tribal leader' who initially directed me to her was the 'Wellness Warrior', Jess Ainscough.
I cannot actually remember where this particular bit of advice began and believe it to be deep rooted in my childhood somewhere. It is very simple - 'improvise your way through life'. I remember my late father saying things like 'You hum it and I'll sing it' when I came to him with a challenge. This was his way of reiterating the art of improvisation and no task was ever too large.
The book comes at a time of what some have described as a well-being zeitgeist. The new way of thinking seems to be a return to what could be referred to as a 'simpler' life. Is mindfulness the new avant-garde of the well-being world? Perhaps there are a number of parallels between forward thinkers in art, culture, health, spirituality and wellness.
Talking about feelings runs the risk of ridicule and rejection. The idea of finally plucking up the courage to talk to someone about what is emotionally going on lays ourselves open and bare to others opinions and in worst case scenario judgment and rejection. What is more excruciating than chastising oneself for harboring feelings that aren't seen as healthy? To share these feelings and be judged and rejected by a family member or partner of friend. Who would risk that?
Rather than projecting assumptions of what should happen, I've found that rejecting such preconceptions is what helps open my mind to a divinely grounded expectancy of good. Doing this has proved practical to myself and many others in overcoming all kinds of limitation, including emotional and physical health meltdowns and even chronic identity crises.