meditation station

At approximately 8:30 this morning, I was subjected to group meditation at work. We showed up with our comfy pants and pillows and got our zen on.

Except for me. I can't turn off my brain after a pot of coffee and an intense 30 minute performance of hardcore singing/yelling in my car on the way to work.

So while getting comfortable (which for me is sprawling out face down on my zebra blankie) and listening to the instructions to feel our breathing and become one with our bodies... I got the giggles. My mind was on overdrive.

Example: [instruction] Feel your breath. Feel it in your toes. Imagine breathing in and out thru the tips of your toes. Pay attention to your senses. Feel every part of your body. [ADHD-coffee-mind me] Breathing in my toes?! That's absurd! Would I smell thru my toes, too? Eew. How would I wear shoes? I don't like shoes anyways, rather be barefoot. Plus, I have that little plantar wart on my big toe right now. Sick. Feet are nasty. I'd rather breathe through my nose, thank you kindly.

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Anywho, while getting ready in the bathroom this morning, Nicole came waltzing up to the counter. She said "hey" and jumped into the counter. Then she threw up in the sink and left.

What the what.



xoxo b