It Was A Fruitful Day - Daily Blog #3

[8th February]

I didn't publish any blog for 6th and 7th February. Those two were very unproductive days, and as a result I was unable to face myself in the form of writting this blog. I lost both the battles, of doing what I'm supposed to and facing my failure once I failed it. I've noticed whenever I face discomfort I don't tackle it, I don't even lie about it to myself. I simply do my best to ignore it, to think of something else. While ignorining accountability, it feels like I am a vampire in a very dark cave, and there's a small beam of light. It feels like if i acknowledge that light, I might go towards it and end up burning myself.

Well, today was quite productive. I woke up at 10, which is an achievement for me and a moment of festivity for my family. I was on an average productive throughout the day. Although I think I could have done much much better during my "breaks", which always exceeded the intended duration of time.

I did not meditate today, I procrastinated and ended up not doing it. Although I did a 30 seconds walking meditation while randomly walking while listening to a podcast. It was a spontaneous mindful space that I reached. I could listen to the words of podcast and at the same time feel my legs walking. Going up, forward and down. I noticed with every step my body tilted a little. I noticed the movement of my body as a whole. It was a nice experience. I should do more of walking meditations.

 Points
4.5 (3 × lectures)
2 (2 × Notes revision)
0.8 (2 × DPPs)
Total = 7.3
Very fruitful day :)

I've decided to make a daily goal of achieving at least 7 points each day, without missing even a single day for this month. This will be my month's goal.

Ciao

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