It's the middle of the night and everything is quiet. Except, perhaps, for the movement of windowpanes because of the storm. And the cat's tiny sighing snore. This is my time to meditate.
Lately I've found that the only time I can focus is the nighttime. Daybreak is like someone pressing "Play" on a dozen tracks that run in my mind from hour to hour. Every day is different and my schedule is such that I am always thinking of the next location at which I need to be (on time, always). When I list the tasks that have to be done I think what a great personal assitant I would make for myself; simply managing the business of living. These are the days I'll miss when if I settle down to a 9-5 rhythm post-grad.
I think part of living consciously is taking time to just be. Surrounded by the peacefulness of night I have clarity - I know what I have to do over the next 24 hours, over the weekend, over the next 3 months, to stay on track with my goals. I'm not comparing myself to anyone or selling anything to anyone or proving myself to anyone. I remind myself that the race is long but it's only with myself.
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