Fluff your zafu, just perfectly.
Sit. Re-sit a few times until comfortable.
Be happy you finally found the right position that isn’t leaning one way or another. Find that perfect place to stare toward. Sink into that space. Breathe.
Breathe lots of times.
Try not to think about the coffee that is now perfectly perculating in the other room. Try not to dwell too long on that to-do list, try not to spend too much time thinking about how, oh crap, I forgot to sign the children up for their winter camp and she said it fills quickly!
Try not to think about work. Then think about work. Then stop thinking about work. This is your time. Your only time all day. They get you all day.
Ignore the child shuffling their feet in the other room.
Ignore the sounds of your partner grabbing their cup of coffee, coughing, breathing.
Ignore the clutter in the corner, the dust on the shelves, the forgotten library book under the table.
Count in, count out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Relax. Keep breathing.
Listen to the cars whizzing by in the far distance. Listen to the sound of time passing and nothing is falling apart. Listen to the quiet house, the quiet room, your quiet mind.
Sink into that state for a while, that state where such good ideas seem to pop up.
Listen to the idea, ride it a bit. Then try to resist the urge to stand up and grab a notebook to write it down.
Breathe. Go back to breathing. Try to resist the urge to remember said blog post. It’s there for you if it wants to be.
Go back to breathing, stillness, quiet, solitude. Relax.
Sink into the goodness. Try to resist that other idea that has just popped into your head. Go with it for a bit, to hear it out, and then slink back to you, the real you, the girl with the Name. Go into her mind. Her world. Forget about writing and dreams for a while. Rest. Sink into this moment.
Be happy you are alive and breathing. Honor your breaths.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Now get up and do all the things. It’s all still waiting for you.