40 Day – Day 25 “I’m cured!”

That’s right!A� You read it!A� I’m cured!A� No more depression, no more Black Dog!

Do you believe that?A� Well right now I do.A� I’m feeling really good right now and I ‘m convinced that this is it.A� In fact I was already starting to feel pretty awesome yesterday.A� Especially since I only did one twenty minute meditation yesterday and today was the same.A� I reckon that this meditation thing has done the trick.A� All good – time to move on!

Wouldn’t that be amazing?A� Just do a couple of weeks of meditation and then that’s it.A� All fixed and we can get on with our lives again without the inconvenience of having to fit in two sessions of mediation and a yoga session per day.A� I mean it’s really tough.A� Now I’m not permanently employed at the moment and I’m still struggling to find time.A� There’s always something else more pressing to do.A� Laundry, errands, writing and walking the dog.

Time to visit our friend Baron Baptiste for some advice!

“[These daily practices] are a road map back to your centre, back to your inner teacher: your conscience.A� The techniques are the way to the way, but they are not the end in themselves; they do not posses any power of their own.A� They are simply tools for excavation.” A�Baron Baptiste, “40 Days to personal revolution”, p.30-31.A�A� What I’m reading here is that I’m starting to listen to my conscience.A� After three and a half weeks, I have cleared enough mind clutter to allow my inner voice, conscience whatever you want to call it to be heard.

Hearing this voice for the first time in ages is a pleasant surprise and ultimately reassuring.A� a) it means that I have one and b) it feels like it’s got something worthwhile saying!A� But this isn’t enough.A� If I stop now, then I know that over the next few days, weeks and months my head will begin to fill up with clutter and my inner voice will be drowned out amid the chatter that I have worked so hard to clear.A� Is this what I want?A� HELL NO!!

So I have to look at my rock collection.A� What is it that’s stopping me from continuing on?A� What is it that’s suggesting I’m cured and don’t need to continue?A� What stone have I stumbled across that is making me think that this is enough?A� Perhaps the Restoration Excavation Questions buying albendazole online hold the answers.

There are only three of them this week and the one that immediately jumps out at me is number three.A� Do I really give myself enough time to relax and restore myself?A� I have to admit that I am pretty bad at this.A� My idea of relaxation is going to bed at 11pm and setting that alarm for 7am and then getting on with the day.

I took twelves months off work so that I could take time out to nourish my soul, re-discover my passion and nurture my body and take the time to work out what I wanted to do when I grow up!A� In the past 12 months I have done… 3 weeks on a yoga pilgrimage around India, a full semester at the University of Sydney studying Exercise Physiology, almost finished renovating a 4 bedroom apartment, I designed, developed and delivered a corporate training package, completed a three month contract as an Operations Manager for an International Drug Testing Organisation and ran two 12 week fitness challenges.A� Yes, this is me learning to relax and find my passion for life.A� Now I see this written down, I am now beginning to see why I might not yet have found my true calling.A� I have only discovered what it is that I don’t want to do.

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Author: Sarah Keast

"I'm just a thumbprint on the side of a skyscraper of the world." Miles, Sideways (2004). My psych said that creative expression might help with my depression. I've tried writing about yoga but the fact that I can't touch my toes makes me feel like a fraud. Given that everything I plant dies it seems pointless writing about my gardening attempts. So here are the rantings of a self confessed over-achiever who has found herself disillusioned with the establishment and diagnosed with depression. Happy Days.