These past two days have felt a little different.
With holidays around, trip preparations, and so much happening at home, my routine slipped. Not completely but enough for me to notice. I didn’t get the time, or maybe I didn’t give myself the time, to sit and post daily as I had promised myself at the start of this mindfulness journey.
And honestly, that bothered me.
I started questioning myself: Why did I start this journey if I can’t even post every day? Am I being inconsistent? Am I doing it right or wrong?
These thoughts kept coming, quietly but persistently.
But somewhere between the packing lists, family conversations, and tired evenings, I paused and reflected. This journey was never about perfection. It was about awareness. And this moment – this discomfort, this guilt, this honesty- is also part of mindfulness.
Mindfulness is noticing when we drift… and gently choosing to come back.
Not punishing ourselves. Not quitting. Just continuing.
So yes, I missed posting on time. Yes, I’m writing two days together. And yes, I’m still posting – because showing up late is still showing up. 🌿
These two days taught me something important:
Progress doesn’t disappear just because life gets busy. Consistency doesn’t mean rigidity. Sometimes, consistency means returning again and again, even after forgetting.
I’m learning to soften my expectations and trust my intention. I am still meditating when I can, still grounding myself, still choosing awareness over chaos even if it looks imperfect.
And maybe this is the real practice:
To keep going without self-judgment.
To allow space for rest, travel, and life.
To understand that mindfulness is not a task to complete, but a relationship with myself.
So here I am – still on this journey, still learning, still growing.
Grateful for the reminder that it’s okay to pause… as long as I don’t give up.
Day 44 & 45 – acknowledged, accepted, and gently released. 🤍
Unfiltered thoughts by Anu 