I stepped into the unknown and signed up for a three-day silent meditation retreat. Since I enjoy spending time alone and am very comfortable with silence, I figured it would be a piece of cake. And in that silence while sitting cross-legged on a comfy cushion on the floor, I’d have an epiphany (maybe two!) and walk away a changed person. Is this how it unfolded for me? Of course not.
I took this solo road trip during Christmas week for two reasons. One: I’ve been struggling with depression for the last couple of months and feeling lost and alone, so I thought I might as well head out to the desert in a place where I really was lost and alone. And two: I figured this would be a good time to unplug, decompress and try to recover from burnout. This trip made me see that while you don’t always get what you want, you seem to get what you need.
On January 4, 2017 I made an agreement with myself to run at least one mile every single day for a full year. Why one daily mile? I figured if I couldn’t spare ten minutes every day, I had a pretty fucked up life. But more importantly, I wanted to see what I could accomplish if I refused to accept my own built-in limitations.
