To survive or to thrive, that is the question.

The day starts with the startling alarm clock. You meet it with the familiar resistance. All you want is to stay in bed, but that ring is a sign that it absolutely has to happen — now.

Coffee (no offense my dear, you know I love you) becomes the crutch to help you jumpstart the day; the undeniable necessity to clear out the mental cobwebs. Automatic pilot is on: ready to take on the busy day. The breath tries to catch up, like a kid holding on to the adult’s hand, who abruptly walks along the fast track shopping spree aisles.

The busy workday – another challenge to survive.

Third time today you’ve glared at the stack of insurmountable to-do’s on your desk, and then directly at the wall clock hoping lunch time will come soon.  Hoping  there’ll be a bit of reminiscence of your last Hawaii vacation: a sense of the lost art of ease.

Only two more years until (fill in the blank) retirement, school ends, you switch jobs, etc.

When did you mount this fast train, again? And, not that it matters just now but, where were you going, you said?


me at the train station

A jolt at the workout scene–  “I will survive!” blasting through the white headphones, your music choice for today, hoping these 45 minutes become bearable. Finally you sweat it out — that’s done! — and you hope you’ll get the perfect body soon enough. 

You meet two friends who ask how’ve you been. Automated response: “Good, how are you?”  (hmm, interesting, how have you been actually? Long time since you really thought about that).  They ask when it’s cool to meet and catch up, but, hey, you’re just too busy to meet up. Catching up adds up to yet another to-do on your heavily loaded agenda.

So you say you’ll call them back and you put the reminder on your phone.  It will beep at you loudly when it’s time,  jolt you into action, reminding you to keep going.

A reminder just like every day’s alarm beep jumpstarting you out of your sleep.




But…  (pray for it… wait for it…)

The day will come when you’ll decide to follow the sunset into bed. You will rest. Sleep is the best meditation. True story (and Dalai Lama’s actual words!)   The light of the sunrise will be your alarm-less wakeup invite. You’ll take a long, deep breath.  

Are the singing birds outside excited, or is it you actually ready to get up?  


You’ll sit for your morning Metta Practice of choice.  You’ll wait for the breath to move you and through you.  You’ll stretch, clearing out the cobwebs.  Your forgiving body will be so Prana-filled, and happy  to take you along.  It will actually tell you just what it needs today ’cause it knows now you’re listening (disclaimer: it might want to restart many of your ”usuals” (routines, ways, routes, choices) all over again.

For a moment you’ll sit and sip your delicious French Roast (yes,  I love you, my dear).


And, you’ll notice.

You’ll notice everything.

Everything that was always there.

Your day at work will go by in a breeze and lunch will actually have a taste   (Hawaiian ease right at lunchtime?!)

In this newly discovered silence, your body’s language will be so clear: “You’re switching your workout to the outdoors today, sweetie”. …and you’ll follow its lead.  You’ll sweat it out only because it’s amazing, and you love it. 

Then you’ll meet two friends. They’ll  ask when it’s cool to meet to catch up.  No worries, you’ll know when it’s a good time to meet, and when to say No, I can’t meet today.  “Oh, you’re too busy?”  they’ll ask.  

No, I actually have an un-busy moment, and I want to dance  till dawn, all to myself.

“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.”        -Maya Angelou            



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