Sulking -v- Meditation

The gym didn't help. Actually, I was fine while I was there pounding the treadmill to the soundtrack of my choice (a combination of The Gossip, Kaiser Chiefs, Fall Out Boy, Maximo Park and Little Man Tate), but by the time I'd got home it was all churning around in my head again.

I wish I wasn't so sensitive, and I wish that I didn't have to agonise over stuff for ages before it all gets sorted in my head. But that's the way I am and I don't suppose I will ever change. I think I will indulge myself in true Cancerian fashion and scuttle off into my shell for a while.

My lovely friend Hilz bought me a tear-off horoscope calendar at Christmas, and one theme that keeps popping up as I read each day's predictions, is meditation. Apparently meditation should be a big part of my life. I've been making a conscious effort to try and meditate on a daily basis, albeit usually when I am in bed trying to get off to sleep, but it's a start. I had a very stressful day one day last week, and I locked myself into my office and meditated for ten minutes - and I was really surprised to find that it worked and I felt a lot calmer afterwards. So I'm off to my bed in a minute to meditate, in the hopes that it will make me feel better and help me to get a good night's sleep. Cos after all, we all know that things ALWAYS look better in the morning ... don't we?