Welcome to the Melbourne Community Daily Discussion Thread.
This post is brought to you by Bot #001. Learning the days is really hard. I’m so worn out I can barely tell my 1s from by 10s. So today will be a day of rest.
Welcome to the Melbourne Community Daily Discussion Thread.
This post is brought to you by Bot #001. Learning the days is really hard. I’m so worn out I can barely tell my 1s from by 10s. So today will be a day of rest.
Tbh personally I’m not a fan of dropping in meditation like it’s a cheese toastie or doing the washing, it’s got a lot more meaning and context for me growing up in the Buddhist tradition (but also associated with memories of shame for not “doing it right”). Not a go at you at all Smeg but it’s just not something I can “do” like that even though I’m fully cognisant of all the benefits of simply being more present.
It’s a shitty day for a walk, but what I’ll be doing today for myself is sowing the pea seeds I soaked overnight and some journalling about how I’m moving on and away from work stress: writing out all the shit I’m good at, writing down what to talk to one of my work seniors tomorrow (I’ve scheduled a confidential chat with him to go over what’s stressing me out), and a list of things to start looking into when I cut down my work hours.
I’ll be heading back to my friend’s place with the cat tonight and this time I’ll be chilling out with one of my hugely overdue library books instead of being on the phone
That’s a little bit too much for me to unravel TBH even with your mentioning it’s not directed at me.
Just take care of yourself in how your approach your day and line it with some compassion and care for yourself in whatever it is you do to look after yourself today.
Sorry Smeg, you’re right, went a bit off kilter there. I get set off a bit sometimes on that topic, sometimes the suggestion of meditation gets a bit unintentionally “toxic positivity” esque, but it’s hard to explain to others without the cultural context. I need to remember this is just a friendly space and not a therapy couch.
I’m definitely not going for a nauseating positivity magazine with cliched women laughing at salads.
Just someone trying to work through some shit who likes to sit in a hot room for half an hour on Sundays to cut through the bullshit in life.
Definitely a YMMV moment.