Thinking. So important.
I love just chilling on the couch, dozing off and dream about my hometown. Or hunting wildebeest. But then boredom hits me, and I get this idea to do something spontaneous: scare my roommates! Without overthinking it (or planning it at all), I go into predator mode and lie in wait. All senses on high alert. Waiting for my prey.
Pro tip: the effect when a cat runs into a closed glass door is epic. For the others. Not for the cat.
Anyway, everyone had a good laugh, they comforted me after, I had my little adventure, and the couch is mine again.
To deal with my clumsiness, I’ve come up with something new: meditation is supposed to help. I’m practicing it right now. But don’t do it all cozy and curled up, that doesn’t seem to work for long…