TODAY I TOOK MYSELF OUT FOR LUNCH: A LESSON ON BEING FULLY PRESENT WHILE EATING

In this day and age meals often equal to spending time with family, friends or co-workers, discussing business matters and conversing about the latest events. At times a meal even consists of a sandwich eaten in a rush on the train. As a result we never spend time alone with our food.

 As we chew distracted and disconnected, lost in thoughts and conversations about yesterday and tomorrow, we miss the full sensorial and pleasurable experience that eating actually is.

Being fully present during meals can be a practice hard to fit into lifestyles that leave no room for alone time, but paying attention to our food can be a terrific grounding exercise even if done sporadically. Absorbed as we are in our cerebral activity, it is blissful to switch off and enjoy the stillness of the present moment.

Eating with soul will strengthen the connection with the body, empty the mind, and bring the awareness back to the essence of all things. Just like meditation, but without crossed legs, pillows and incense.

More often than not, simplicity is the answer, the essential nature of existence itself. Beautifully simple.

Today I took myself out for lunch. I went to my favourite Japanese restaurant, ordered a vegetable tempura bento, and enjoyed every minute of it. My attention fully focused on each bite and its flavour, as if nothing else existed.

I can hardly find words to explain the soothing and placid state that pervades me: relaxed body, clear mind, spacious being. This pure and powerful connection with the body makes room for the soul to expand. 

Float in divine solitude and commit to being fully present.

Give yourself permission to take up as much space as you like, because any time is a good time to soak in the immensity of life.

Jessica

DONE IS BETTER THAN PERFECT: ticking off your bucket list before you kick the bucket

When taken too far, perfection obsession can kill spontaneous bursts of creativity, and it can be extremely time consuming.

If you are waiting for everything to be perfect, you’ll be white, old and grumpy before you know it, and you will have done not even half the things on your bucket list.

At the end of the day you are responsible for your own regrets.

Hardcore perfectionism is a never-ending, self-perpetuating cycle of misery and procrastination. Honestly, anything that has ever been done by anybody could have been better, but I’d rather see results than wait forever for Mrs. Utopia to knock on my door. Mr. Death would probably get here first.

I don’t give a damn about perfect if all it brings is stasis. Creativity on a leash is as frustrating as scones with no clotted cream, it’s ok but it just doesn’t taste as good.

What’s perfection anyway? It is a concept that raises the bar every single time you achieve a goal; it is a pair of hands that never claps when you do something good; it is a fence that keeps you from running wild and free into the field of infinite possibilities.

How about we aim for the best we can do instead? It sounds a lot more fun and less claustrophobic than the it-must-be-perfect approach. You can still shoot for the star, but your wings won’t be clipped.

And now move your arse and begin what you need to do, because the path to awesomeness is paved with actions.

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