Sunday, January 24, 2016

The mindfulness trap

A friend shared this article about mindfulness meditation and its potential to harm on Facebook, and while its content flies in the face of what's the popular view of what mindfulness meditation can do for us, I feel that it's the important discussion that's not had most of the time when mindfulness meditation is talked about.

First, I've grown a bit tired of mindfulness because of the way it's bandied about nowadays. You're supposed to eat your food mindfully, taking time to really feel and experience every mouthful, and every damned thought and feeling attached to the experience. You're supposed to brush your teeth mindfully, make love mindfully, think mindfully, work mindfully and mindfully be mindful of your mindfulness in the most possible mindful way you can mindfully do. If you're not being mindful you're a jerk and an emotional neanderthal.

It's become a bit crazy.

Saturday, January 23, 2016


I woke up with the best idea ever!

I was finally going to write the novel I've wanted to write since I was in my teens but since that's already been done, I mean writing a novel, by soooo many people before me soooo many time, and with varying results, I thought that perhaps since we live in a sort of "clickonomy" I would make it an app. It's soooo obviously the way to go!

So, the idea is that you get to choose where the story goes next and kind of build your own book as you read which also makes it more like a game as well so it's a two for one - awesome value, right?

Monday, January 4, 2016

New Year: New responsibilities and gratefulness

I woke up this morning thinking about....getting coffee in me as soon as possibly can. Coffee is honestly my first priority. I feed the cats before I make my coffee only because they get loud and obnoxious if I don't, and they stare at me with their little eyes of hunger. I love my daughter but I hate if she's awake when I get up because I don't get to make my coffee in surly silence and let it slowly have its way with me. She always asks me "How was your sleep, mum?". Bloody kids nowadays!

It's the ritual, a ritual I've developed and got used to over years. It's part of the finely tuned machine that is me, well no, it's rather, one of the things that work really well in my life. I can count on it working every time without fail.

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