Yikes.

Oh dear. Ohhhhhh dear.

Well. The past 30 days have been... not great, Bob. Not in terms of life, but in terms of me keeping up with the challenges I've set myself. Throughout November, I did meditate a bit, but it was really more like twice a week, rather than every day.

There were reasons, to be sure. I was traveling for work. I was traveling for pleasure. There were weddings, and late nights, and stress. I worked myself into a ball of crazy over hosting a party at my house.

The real reason? It was hard.

It was really hard making time for myself. I was hard to force myself to sit and breathe, when I wanted to be reading, when there was cleaning to be done, when I was at my parent's house, and my adorable nieces & nephew were in the next room, just waiting to play and be awesome.

Plus, when you sit with yourself for 20 minutes, you have to sit with YOURSELF. That is hard, and scary.

So, the end of November arrived, and I thought, welp, I fucked that month up! Onward to December!

Erm, about that.

Ten days into December, and I haven't started in on my goals for the month. And they were pretty easy! Oil pulling, not washing my face in the shower. I HAVE made an effort to ditch the towel turban, and am now using a t-shirt to lightly dry my hair. So, yay! That's one thing!

I was sort of hoping writing this would inspire me to create a new December goal and jump in. But the truth is... I'm feeling a little blue. Maybe I'll oil pull tonight. I'll continue with the t-shirt. Maybe I'll even mediate.

Or maybe I'll just relax. Tomorrow's another day after all.