My favourite time of day

My day begins with a sixteen-minute meditation practice. I then go for a walk in the park, come home, journal, make breakfast and have a coffee. After breakfast I have my second and final coffee of the day.

Whilst having my second coffee, I simply sit alone in a state of tranquillity. This has become my favourite part of my day. No phone, no tv, no meaningful activity of any sort. I just sit and drink my coffee. I look out the window. My mind drifts here and there. Sometimes there appears to be very little thought going on up there at all, or maybe I am just not capturing those thoughts.

I have my tinnitus for company. In the quiet it becomes more noticeable. But I don’t mind it. Maybe I’d even miss it if it wasn’t there. It’s strange how we pick up these friends along the way. We don’t welcome them but here they are, the tinnitus, the squiggles across my sight.

Sometimes bad thoughts drift in. Thoughts of things I regret and things that make me cringe. But then they leave again. I trust they came back to be handled in a gentle way.

Sometimes I’m reluctant to leave this state, but the world and a voice inside my head remind me that there is work to be done.