For so long, I thought I was my mind. The thoughts in my head controlled everything.
My fear, my anxiety, my stress, these were all part of me and they made up who I am. Growing up, this was all I knew.
In order to survive, I convinced myself that my constant thinking was my edge. My worrying, my productivity of always DOING—I thought this is what made me successful.
Being a child of two immigrants moving to the US for the American Dream, my early achievements were celebrated and as time went on, expected. Of course, being a first-generation American in my family, I wanted to make my parents proud. The mindset I engrained in myself wasn’t just to meet expectations but to redefine them. However, it was my own misunderstanding of my relationship with my thoughts that led me down a path of utter burnout.
There was no space to be. I was a “human doing.”
Why Meditate?I heard about meditation here and there. I thought it was an excuse to take a break. Where was the productivity in “sitting”? Ah!—to think more! I ignored it.
But meditation kept…
