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I Cried In My 100 Days Of Meditation.
One hundred days ago, I challenged myself on a journey — a search for inner peace, and a battle against the constant chatter in my head. I signed up for a 100-day meditation challenge, which is a commitment that felt daunting and a little silly at the time. Little did I know, it would become an intense experience, a peeling back of layers I didn’t even know existed.
Month 1
The first month was… well, let’s just say it wasn’t exactly zen delight. First, my mind was like a runaway train. Thoughts careening from grocery lists to unfinished projects to that awkward thing I said last week.
Sitting still for 20 minutes felt like an eternity. But in the middle of the mental chaos, I stuck to affirmations. “I am calm, I am worthy, I deserve love, I am more than just a body”, I’d repeat, my voice shaky at first, gaining strength with each session.
Slowly, a sense of relaxation started to seep in. However, it wasn’t a complete shutdown, but a softening, an easing of the constant tension I hadn’t even realized I was carrying (especially in my shoulders and jaw).
