Sometimes it feels like nothing is going according to plan.
Of course, that’s not true. I’m living in a vibrant city, surrounded by fantastic friends. I have a regular paycheck, pillows and legs. As much as I hate the thing, I have a car too.
But it’s so easy to feel suffocated by the future I anticipated that isn’t my present. It’s so easy to get caught up in my long commute and chronic back pain and inability to parallel park like an adult who lives in a vibrant city.
And when that happens — when it feels like I can’t breathe anymore — I turn to one particular song. I’m not sure why. It’s been my “happy song” for just about two years now. No matter how many times I listen, it never grows old.
This is my meditation.