My fiancée and I went on a cruise in the Caribbean for her birthday. It was her first time on a cruise, but I had been on several with my family. I always enjoyed going on them, but I was especially excited for this one because I was bringing this experience to my significant other.
We departed the pier in Fort Lauderdale, Florida and we were on our way to the Caribbean islands. Continue reading “Why I Started Meditating, Part 2”
My fiancée is at work. The two fluffy cats are sleeping on the couch. Now is the perfect opportunity to try my hand at meditating for the first official time. At this point, I haven’t done any real research on the proper techniques of meditation. I am only going off general knowledge and informal sporadic reading.
I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. I am sitting cross-legged on my bed, leaning on some pillows against the headboard. I place my arms resting on my knees.
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Why did I start meditating? To answer this question, I will first talk a little bit about my background. I am extremely fortunate to have grown up with two supportive parents and a loving family. Not everyone has that type of living environment, so I can say I am very lucky to have been raised under those circumstances.
Ever since I was in elementary school, my future was laid out for me: study, do well in high school, go to a good college and get a degree in a discipline that makes a lot of money. My parents drilled it into my head ever since I was little. So, that’s exactly what happened—I graduated with honors in high school, got my degree after going to university and landed a job within months of walking the aisle in my cap and gown. Unfortunately, cohorts of my generation were unable to find a job in their field because of the recessive economy at the time. It sucked seeing close friends having to move halfway across the country just to be working in the career they spent four-plus years studying for.
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