Written by Morgann Monahan, WLLC 2015-2016
I have been trying to write this blog post for an hour now, with only the words on the page being: “Oh weekly practices…” I couldn’t think of a single thing to write about the weekly practices. I had already written about the ones that I had done, what else was I supposed to say? This may not have been as hard if I had really connected with any of the practices, but I usually found myself stressed that I had to make the extra time for them. I enjoyed them, nonetheless, but I didn’t connect to them. So here I am thinking “What the hell am I going to say here?” and it finally, after literally 47 minutes of staring at my empty word document, it comes to me.
The weekly practices didn’t click for me because they weren’t mine. They were other’s practices and what other’s do to find peace or center themselves. I don’t really believe that was the purpose of these practices. It’s not the same to practice someone else’s practice. One has to create their own practice. It can be built off of the practices of others but it needs to be carved and whittled to fit the needs of it’s beholder. Which is something I did find over this quarter. Through all the other practices, I found my own. It came to be during the week of Meditation. I was so annoyed with trying to silence my brain, something I’ve never been able to do. I tried, and tried, and tried. Everyone else does it! Why do I loath meditation so much when basically everyone in Wellness loves it? It’s just not for me. I gave up after a few days of that practice, I turned to coloring. However I learned this quarter what my “meditation” is. My way of meditating is bathing, like bubbles and yummy smelly soaps, the real deal.
This is a pretty new thing too. At home when I take baths I usually only soak for about 20 minutes and I rarely took baths anyways. Now I take baths weekly and will soak for about an hour. The girls on floor 5 think I’m a psycho because I’ll be in there for so long and I’ll wait if someone is using that shower. It’s like the scene in Mean Girls during the assembly when they yell “You don’t even go here!” because I don’t live on their floor and I’m using their favorite shower stall for hours and sometimes play classical music or something weird. But that’s okay, I can deal with girl judgment, especially after my weekly, meditative bath ❤