My first attempt into strategic meditating came last night as I was taking out the trash. To me, it was a metaphor of taking the trash out of my life. As I tried to dissect what that trash was as I walked down three flights of stairs to a trash box the size of a two-by-two trailer, I was overwhelmed at the thought of ridding my life of trash. Where do you start? Where do you trim? What if some of the trashiest things you do are also some of the funnest? Who decides? How do you choose?
So I decided to start simple. I would give up trash that I didn’t care too much about: smoking cigarettes during the daytime. You see, I don’t smoke during the daytime, so this is a piece of trash I am sure to successfully rid myself of. Starting with something that you know you can do is the key to a meditative decision, especially when you are a novice at making meditative decisions. After coming up with that genius plan, I went home and fixed myself a cocktail: boxed wine and Parrot Bay pineapple rum. It was a fruity, refreshing summery surprise and a reminder that it is time to go pick up some mixers from the HEB.
Drink. Pray. Love.
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