Here are my recorded thoughts for my five-minute mediation this morning:
- I want a new kitchen faucet. That dripping is so annoying.
- Damn! I forgot to make lunches.
- I should have just gotten up at 4:40 a.m. when I first woke up, instead of tossing and turning. Then I could write more. I know I should write more. It’s like I’ve given up.
- I wonder what I should make for dinner.
- That dog should wear slippers. I can hear her pacing upstairs on the wood floors like some sort of rhythm-challenged tap dancer.
- Gotta remember to get that error message translated to Japanese.
- Wait a minute. I don’t have to worry about that error message because we found a workaround that won’t throw that error.
- Time’s up.
- I suck at this.
- Maybe I could add another couple of minutes? Nah.
You know what I wish? If I was going to be distracted by thoughts, I wish they were better thoughts, like sadness and concern for garment workers killed in Bangladesh and Cambodia, or casualties of the Oklahoma tornadoes.