i meditated for the first time in really long time today, and though it was only for ten minutes, it kind of felt like i was passing in and out of sleep while it was happening.
i feel like my posture probably wasn’t very good. i was probably a little hunched over with my spine slightly curved. but hey, it’s better than nothing.
meditation used to be so easy for me as a child. at least, that’s how i remember it. now i feel like i’m relatively restless.
i remember being slightly obsessed with meditation when i was around ten and full of curiousity, addicted to the wonderment of learning and practicing new things.
i must’ve rattled on and on about it because i remember my fifth grade gym teacher joking about how he wasn’t a master at it like i was.
that was probably around the same time that i was drawing inspiration from klaus from the series of unfortunate events. like him, i wanted to keep a little notebook around with me where i would write down any random facts i learned throughout the day. that was klaus, right? maybe i’m completely wrong.
in any case, i distinctly remember sitting at my desk in 5th (or maybe 6th?) grade – it must’ve been during a free reading period – and reading a book about the solar system, fastidiously copying facts into my little notebook.
that endeavour didn’t last very long, as far as i can remember. i think it was too much work for the reward.
as a ten-year-old, was knowing how far the earth was from the sun worth the cramp that always developed in my wrist?
even now, i’m leaning towards no.