I struggle with meditation. My mind is like a high speed race car, video on fast forward, that American Pharaoh horse. It never wants to slow down and just take it easy. It’s never easily coaxed into vacation mode. It’s always band on the run, let’s hit the road Jack, like it drinks a pot of coffee on the hour.
But at last, my potty mouth, foul language loving soul may have found the meditation solution perfectly suited to me. Holla!
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I'm a wife, the mother of two full-on adult kids, and a dog, a really, really good friend, a freelance advertising copywriter, and an accidental blogger. (I'm also a whole bunch of other stuff, but who's got time to hear about it.) You should come visit my blog (it explains the accidental blogger thing, plus you might like it). It's at gratitudeathon.wordpress.com. I write about stuff I'm grateful for (I'd be grateful if you stopped by.).
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