Meditate on this.

Some random but insightful conclusions from Day 5 of my silent meditation retreat in an ashram:

​I write for a living, but mostly write to feel alive.

I will never get over the fact that a lizard once decided to go for a stroll up my gangly adolescent arm when I was a vulnerable, well, adolescent.

While this may have been a triumph of Himalayan proportions to the lizard, this incident is to be categorically blamed for every disorder I might have.

This also means the lizard narrowly beats my mother for the top spot on my list of Favourite Scapegoats for Any Occasion. But only by the slimmest margin.

I need to update my resume. 

Finally—a productive thought during the entire meditation course!

No thoughts during meditation! Remember? 

​So while I think about what I thought about not thinking, take a look at my resume to see if I did update it.