For the first couple days, I was still getting used to it and wondering how things would go.
Later, it became a ritual, like my morning and evening calisthenics, giving structure to my life. Also, have you noticed how when movies have monks, they often show a scene of them mopping the floor, or some repetitive task that for a monk becomes mindful? Like that.
Lately I’ve been thinking, “Why can’t I be like a normal American and drive a car to a gym and use a Stairmaster?“
I consider damning with faint praise an art form.
