My 5 Minute Mind

Forget About It

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At my toastmasters meeting yesterday I gave a bit of an impromtu speech. In it, I read an exceprt from the first post of my old blogw, which transformed into this one. I’ll paste that below after the timer.

I contemplate a lot these days on exactly what it is that defines lonlieness to me. There’s the physical aspect of course, but with practices in mindfulness and meditation, I\’m learning to really identify the intersection of psycho/phisio logicals..

TO say beginning these practices several months ago has been hel[pful is an understate,ent. THeir impactfulness is without question and encourage all to try for yourself.

As for the speech, I used a mindfulness practices to drive home a point with the audioence. I asked them to visualize a person with whom they live and care for deeply. Then I asked them to think about all the little things this person does that makes them go nuts. Then, I took them away but asking them to consider they came home and those people were goned


P.S. Here is the text from my first post.

“He doesn’t want supporters, he wants sycophants.” I thought that as I sat down at my desk this morning, the news playing in the background. I don’t want this first post to come from a place of divisiveness, so I’ll save political rantings for another time. Speaking of time, as I gaze backwards about 42 seconds, the words “first edition” replay in my mind. This is because even further back in time, say 5 minutes ago, I had no idea I would be starting this blog.


At this very moment, in consideration of why I’m writing, I think it’s because I really just felt a need to have someone to talk to. You might think a sufferer of anxiety disorder would consider social distancing a time for joyous rapture, but we do have our times when we actually want human interaction.

Yesterday was one of those times for me. I can’t quite tune-in to the specific moment when I felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness yesterday, but when I did, the weight of the listlessness in the air forced me into baited breaths while I waited for the moment to pass.

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