Almost six years in a row of consecutive meditation. How it’s going, how it started, and why it matters.

The books you didn’t know you wanted to read from an INFJ reader.

I pick up my phone to look something up and 20 minutes later I have no idea what happened. You too? I’ve been thinking a lot about what this costs us.

Before you read this, pause and notice what you think the title is about. Trust what comes up first, breathe and sit with it and then read this.

I used to find compassion for everyone except myself. As I look back, I can see that something has finally shifted. It’s opened me up to new possibilities.

The good, the bad, the in-between of my self-experiment to remove external input cluttering my mind. Read how I was able to finally hear my own thoughts.

I found myself downing in something I love, information. I couldn’t hear myself think, my creativity had dipped, and I wasn’t having new ideas. This experiment helped.

I never thought I’d write this post or make it this far. I’ve come to think of myself as a person who meditates. Here’s what 1,000 consecutive days actually looks like.

On day 900, I felt like meditating. On day 901, I didn’t. What I experienced next taught me about resistance, myself, and how to move forward in the face of a dip.