This is my third summer home after my release from prison in December of 2011, and it seems like I am still bouncing off the walls. My energy is through the roof, and even when I’m tired, I can’t seem to sleep. I’m anxious to say the least.
I’m energized by the sun and enthusiastic about life, my goals, and my future. It seems like I’m in a race against time, attempting to rebuild my life. It never ceases to amaze me that I spent half my life in prison. Now that I’m home I’m striving hard to counteract my arrested development.
I still have so much to learn and so much living to do that that I’m constantly watching the clock, planning and moving. My significant other just introduced me to mediation. He’s God Sent.
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The first time I meditated I fell asleep. I just knew I was listening until I heard him shut off the recording. The second time my mind was racing so much that I could barely get in moment of relaxation and concentration.
He said, “You have to learn to control your thoughts baby. They are like unruly kids; if you let them run rampant throughout the house you won’t have any peace.” I have resigned to give this thing an honest effort.
Imagine having the drive to pursue your goals without anxiety, fear and doubt. That’s a “Sweat-less Victory!”
When I was incarcerated it seemed as if time was standing still. Now that I am home it seems as if time is moving rapidly.
My goal is to get to a place where I am not intimidated by time and I can be in the now, living, loving and thriving with peace and tranquility. To get there I must get a grip on this anxiety. I simply must.
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