My First . . . February 17, 2012Posted by nrhatch in Blogs & Blogging, Fiction, Humor, Word Play.
Tags: Blogs, Fiction, Humor, Mindfulness, Short Story, Word Play
Hmm . . . I’m not sure.
This position is uncomfortable.
I feel like a pretzel . . . tied up in twisted up knots.
I can’t feel my leg . . . it’s going to sleep.
I am relaxed! I’m numb from the waist down.
Shift a bit.
Aah . . . that’s better.
Now I’ve got a cramp in my leg.
Ooh . . . better. That feels good. Keep going.
Ooh . . . nice.
Crap! Did I turn off the coffee maker?
Don’t worry about it.
And the cat . . . did I let the cat in?
I can’t stop thinking.
Let it go.
This is hard.
We’re doing great.
This is so s~t~r~a~n~g~e. I wonder if it feels this awkward to everyone the first time.
This is way harder than I thought it would be.
Lots of people enjoy it.
Why would anyone enjoy doing this?! It’s torture being twisted up like this.
You just need to relax.
I can’t relax . . . I feel like I should be doing something else.
Be here now.
Wait! I need to move my butt a little to the left.
OK . . . that’s better.
I should have put on a CD to drown out all the noise.
The noise is all in your head.
I’m still not sure if I’m doing this right.
Aah . . . that’s better!
Meditation . . . like other “firsts” . . . improves with practice.