Meditate on this.

Some random but insightful conclusions arrived at during Day 5 of my silent meditation course in an ashram:

​I write for a living but mostly write to feel alive.

I will never get over the fact that a lizard decided to take a walk up my gangly adolescent arm when I was but a vulnerable, well, adolescent.

While this may have been a triumph of Himalayan proportions to the lizard, this incident is to be categorically blamed for every disorder I might have.

This also means the lizard beats my mother to occupy top spot in my list of Favorite Scapegoats for Any Occasion. But only by a narrow margin. 

I need to update my resume. 

Finally, one productive thought during the entire meditation course!

No thoughts during meditation! Remember? 

​So while I think about what I thought about not thinking, take a look at my resume to see if I did update it.