Whew.
I knew that I would have a rough day here and there, and today was one of those days.
Really, it started just after midnight. My son and I have an annual tradition of camping out for a night on or around his birthday. We’ve never missed a year, and last night seemed to be the best night to do it before school started and a string of rain storms came through town.
To make a short story gross, the front yard camping ended prematurely with my poor little six-year old evacuating the contents of his stomach, bladder, and colon all at the same time. He did manage to get out of the tent before this happened, but there was quite a mess on the patio. Turns out that s’mores do not sit as well with him as they used to.
My wife went into nurse mode (something she absolutely rocks at) and I went into janitor mode (something I am less than adequate at). My garden hose didn’t quite reach the mess, so I had to set that up in the front yard, spray down the crime scene, and take down the tent. When I went inside to check on my son, he was living the good life in Hospital de Mama, which happens to be located on my side of our bed. I gave them both a kiss goodnight, and then headed down to my son’s bed for the rest of the night (morning). It was 2:00am.
After getting a nice meal in before sunrise (something I neglected to do the day before), I decided that I didn’t have time to meditate (something I also neglected to do the day before). I had a networking meeting to attend, and it was time to get ready.
I’m a hot shower kind of guy. Heck, I’m even a hot bath kind of guy. I like it hotter than anyone in my family. But during my fast, I have been more of a lukewarm bather. Due to my lack of being mindful from my meditation, I cranked that puppy up to normal hell-fire temperatures. It was wonderful and refreshing. I was ready to face the day. Time to press some flesh and make some contacts.
Oh, what’s that dripping down my face? Probably just water from the shower. No big deal.
Even 30 minutes into the meeting, I looked like I had just finished pushing my car up a hill. My core temperature was through the roof. I was sweating something fierce. Probably not the branding that I want to portray for a networking event.
However, I did get to use the opportunity to share my occasion for fasting. I got some strange looks when I mentioned that I was showing solidarity with my Muslim friends. I’m pretty sure that I was the only one there who was fasting. Even if I didn’t exactly succeed in branding myself as a professional, I was glad to have brought up Ramadan and brought that to the attention of a few people.
As you may have guessed, the sweating quickly dehydrated me. Little sleep + little mindfulness = crappy feeling.
For the rest of the day, I felt like I had a feather boa around my neck, except I didn’t look fancy like that. I thought about my missed meditation often. Oh lotus position, how I miss thee!
My fast was broken at 7:57 in the Kohl’s customer service department water fountain. It might as well have been an oasis in the middle of the Sahara. Back to school shopping never tasted so good.









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