Thursday, November 16, 2006
Day 1: Only 9 More Days
The 4 am wakeup bell was just as hard in the comfort of my own bed... perhaps harder. I mean, what was I doing? The mantra of the day on all the breaks from the meditation was, "only 9 more days" and on the inside, I thought that didn't bode well for my success. I had thought, on some level, Damien and Kendra were correct in encouraging me to get my butt to North Fork and deal with being sick, but during the 5:30 AM sit, I unfortunately thought my intuition really was correct. Hacking up half a lung and some really gross stuff I'm glad no longer resides in my body, I was grateful to just be at home, even if I thought 9 more days of this was a crazy idea.