Meditate on this.

Some random but (hopefully) 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 of margins.

I need to update my resume. 

Finally—a productive thought during the entire meditation course!

But wait. 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.