Comfort

Late, sitting home on bed. Tired. Satisfied, not through anything done or not done.

Comfortable in my own skin. A recent thing. Veered between highs, thrills sought and found, and lows, realisations and disappointments. Now just content with my life. May not always have money in wallet but get by. Most people should remind themselves getting by is fine.



Still have wants, desires and urges to do unreasonable things but getting better at managing impulsive behaviour. Slightly, but sure that with practice it should come easier.

Nineteen-year-old me who undertook sitting meditation learned from a book would gasp at thirty-one-year-old me who sees life as meditation. Meditate while talking, breathing, seeing.

"I'm no fucking Buddhist but this is enlightenment" Björk - 'Alarm Call' Homogenic (1997)

Maybe been listening to Björk too much or maybe stopped taking myself seriously. Apologise for meandering but everyone knows bloggers blog for their own vanity and indulgence and I am no different at all.