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I think I’m going to sit.

Yeah, that’s what I’m going to do.

I’m going to walk away from all these books, journals, and sticky notes and just sit down with myself.

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I can’t sit like this.

It’s hell.

Who came up with this meditation thing anyway?

Dear God, there’s so much work to do. Why am I sitting like this?

I don’t know why I agreed to do 15 minutes. I don’t know what my meditation teacher was thinking.

I wonder why cats purr.

I wonder who came up with the idea of the p-value.

I should make some Brazilian cheese bread. Yeah, that with coffee tomorrow will be amazing.

Oh my God, my legs. I don’t think I’ve sat this long since in the before times. I really got to go work out.

Look at these toenails. I wonder when I clipped them last.

I wonder why people aren’t looking more closely at early attachment and psychopathology in adulthood.

Chocolate. God. I need chocolate.

Six more minutes.

Ugh, I can’t do this meditating thing.

Who was Buddha anyways?

Adyashanti is such a lovely speaker.

Rest in Baixo, Rebecca. Remember what they taught you on the mountain?

I can’t rest.

Who cares about the mountain.

I can’t sit another minute.

This is truly hell.

Help.

I gotta stop.

I have to.

What?

Times up?

Wow.

I did it.

That was great.

I feel so much better.

I can’t wait to do it again tomorrow.

Said me never…

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